Chapter 60: It Wasn't Me

“SIREN WHAT THE F*CK IS YOU DOING?” Roman asked in a loud panic.

“Me?! I’m just confused as you are,” the stunned holy being responded through her hand covering her nose and mouth. She couldn’t bear the horrendous smell the burning table plant was emitting from the pot it was dying within.

“Man stop playing with me. You’re using that freaky a*s angel magic again,” Roman accused her through the collar of his shirt that he kept pressed against his nostrils.

“Angel magic? Boy what the hell are you on…” she started to bicker with him before a crucial realization stopped her train of thought. “Wait…” she said with a gentle clutch to the other shot that remained on the table. Fighting through her gags of disgust, Siren cautiously turned around with the drink in her hand and slowly poured the shot in the middle of the couch.

Roman could not believe the reckless behavior he was witnessing from her. “Bruh… and now you finna ruin the sofa too? What kind of fed are you?”