dated to mid-June, just after truth plot
"I came to ask for advice," Ray repeated, glaring at Danica who was currently lounging on the other side of the bed. "Not insults. And considering you were pretty much the root cause of our last argument" - sort of - "I think you owe me that much."
The laughter filtered through the cushion Danica had been trying to smother herself with just moments before.
"Can you hear yourself right now? Take the fucking hint, cop. It sounds to me like he's telling you to fuck off and you're just not getting the message." She mused for a moment. "I knew my brother had a head on him." Even if it took him a while to use it. This was exactly the reason why she thought that she was actually the brains in their family. Nobody would find her suffering such a dysfunctional relationship. She definitely didn't get enough credit for it.
Ray shook his head and scoffed almost bitterly. "I should have arrested you when I had the chance." Maybe a few weeks in the island jail would have made her a little more respectful.
"Stop, stop," Danica squealed, faking a look of shock horror. Her tone turned deadpan. "You're making my sides split. You can't touch me--"
"I can," Ray interrupted her, the rebuttal immediate and forthright.
"--and even if you could, you wouldn't. Face it. I can do anything and get away with it. And allll because you have a thing for my brother," she finished tauntingly.
Deep inside Ray was infinitely grateful that the truth curse had lifted. "Not true. I wouldn't compromise myself like that."
"You've done it once."
"There wasn't enough evidence."
"Oh, please." Danica tossed the cushion on the bed and twisted to face him. "Is it love?" She managed to make the word sound so sickening. "Is that the reason?"
Ray looked away, gaze fixed on the curtain separating them from the rest of the dorms. "That's none of your business."
The click was unmissable. Ray's ears pricked straight away, his head whipping back around to look at her.
"Is it my business now?" The barrel of the gun leveled at him.
Ray's eyes flicked back to the curtain for the briefest of seconds, mentally calculating how many people were potentially on the other side. They were back on Danica again as if they had never left her. "What are you doing?"
"Consider this a test," Danica replied calmly, nodding her head at his arm. She could see it moving already. "Get it if you want. That'll just make things more interesting."
Ray wasn't stupid enough not to take the opportunity when it came. He had his gun cocked, ready and aimed at a smile that showed maximum fang.
"What to do, what to do..." Danica moved her head as if tossing up the options. She didn't have that many in reality. She may have found where Asher had hidden a gun but the jackass had also emptied it. No bullets, no fun. So she had to find it someplace.
"Put the gun down."
"Answer the question."
Ray growled in frustration. "I'm not kidding. Put it down. Right now you're not Asher's sister, you're just some lunatic with a gun in a room full of sleeping people."
"Correction," she snapped, "I'm a lunatic with a loaded gun in a room full of fucking morons. And you're the only one that can save them. So go on, be a hero."
Ray swallowed and readjusted his grip on his weapon. "Put the gun down and I'll answer."
"Answer and I may give a fuck about the first part."
"Fine, fine." Something inside Ray snapped. "Yes, I love him, okay? " He hissed, baring his teeth. "Yes."
When Danica saw the shocked look on his face, her hum was filled with pity. It was obvious it wasn't just her hearing it for the first time.
"I should shoot you now and put you out of your misery," she told him, disappointed when his arm gradually fell to his lap, gun along with it. "Ugh." Climbing off the bed, she picked up a pair of shoes and parted the curtains before looking back. "You can consider this payback. The next time the island fucks with our ability to lie, stay the hell away from me."