Upon entering the Sun Room, Anya took a few moments to shake off the conversation with Angel. It had been helpful, yes, but had also made her want to lock herself in her room and never come out.
Maybe that was some kind of contagious disease. Next she'd start wearing leather and using too much hair gel.
And there was that girl they'd been talking to yesterday. Belle, was it? Bella? Anya had wanted to ask her about Xander, and the improbably inconsistencies in her story about Anya's "death".
"Xander," the vengeance demon demanded bluntly, coming up next to the girl and seating herself on the couch in a very purposeful manner. "Spill it. Why'd he call off the wedding, and why wasn't he maimed in some imaginative and gory fashion as retribution for all the pain he put me through?"
It was probably a bad idea to dredge this stuff up, especially since she'd told Angel she was ready to move on, but she couldn't help being curious, could she?
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Maybe that was some kind of contagious disease. Next she'd start wearing leather and using too much hair gel.
And there was that girl they'd been talking to yesterday. Belle, was it? Bella? Anya had wanted to ask her about Xander, and the improbably inconsistencies in her story about Anya's "death".
"Xander," the vengeance demon demanded bluntly, coming up next to the girl and seating herself on the couch in a very purposeful manner. "Spill it. Why'd he call off the wedding, and why wasn't he maimed in some imaginative and gory fashion as retribution for all the pain he put me through?"
It was probably a bad idea to dredge this stuff up, especially since she'd told Angel she was ready to move on, but she couldn't help being curious, could she?