Silver Creek white hats

of course, he was right! what kind of a fool did she take him for? well, surely, she took him for a great big fool because he certainly behaved that way a vast majority of the time. still, he was a capable beast who knew precisely what it was that he was doing and saying at all times. he was a viper in the reeds and he always waited for the precise moment in which he could strike against another. addison didn’t need to know such things, though. he only wanted for her to believe that he was an idiot. it would make his moment all the greater, whenever that time came.
 
“of course, sweet sister! of course,” he said in a voice that dripped with condescension. then, he cast her a look that was both pitying and savage in its delivery. “you must be lonely without the company of a sister.” at least, he hoped that she was lonely. god, he hoped that grayson never awarded her a husband in all the time that they were there. he could have died happy if something like that came to be.