Chapter 16 Stefan

• "There's nothing I want from you," Sadie says, mechanically filling the refrigerator shelves, but the back of my neck prickles. Something about the measured tone of her voice gives her away: she's lying! The beautiful wretch.
• "Anything," I say, squaring up to her in the narrow bar space. "Anything at all. Name it and it's yours."
• Sadie's lips press together in a thin line. And she keeps working, keeps lining up booze bottles like it's the most important task on earth, but I catch her elbow the next time she straightens up and hold her in place.