118 | "Where are we exactly?”

Willow sat in her car and stared at the steering wheel, her fingers curled around it.

“You probably think I’m crazy, don’t you?” She asked, turning to see Dan sitting in the passenger seat, staring at her. “Don’t even try to lie. I can read it on your face.”

Dan shook his head, his expression calm and unreadable. He looked out the window, staring up all the way to the roof of the mansion. “No. I don’t think you’re crazy. I just think you’re…well…not like others.”

Willow snorted at that. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Come on,” he sighed, looking back at her. “You can’t blame me for thinking that. I mean, you did just tell me everything about the device, the reality shifts, the whole thing with Diana Price, and the organization, and the fact that you have travelled through time.”

She frowned, not liking his tone. “I told you because you wanted to know. You literally fucked me into the wall,” she could still feel her core tingling after he’d fucked her twice in the same night. “You wa