Jordan POV
It’s the day of the ball. I’ve spent the last few days dodging Grant, to his great disappointment, and Sarah as well. Jaxon is the only one who knows what she did to me and he gave me his blood so that I could heal quickly again. I’m nervous. Frightened. What if Sarah tries to humiliate me at the ball? What if she does something to hurt me again? I pace back and forth, nibbling on my nails, trying to keep my breathing under control. The only saving grace I have is that Sarah rushed out of the house this morning with everything she needed, claiming she was getting ready at her friend Sandra’s house. My father, not giving a stuff about the ball, also left early in the morning, after breakfast, without even so much as a backward glance. It’s now early afternoon and I’m expecting J
