Damon's POV
“What about school?” I ask her, confused about her request to go home.
“I don’t want to be there anymore,” she sighs. I frown and look at the driver who nods and heads for the jet. We rode quietly to the jet lane, as we pulled up she took her seat belt and sighed.
“I’m sorry,” I sigh looking at her depressed expression.
“I wasn’t friends with him for long,” she shrugs and gets out of the car. I sighed getting out and watching people get our things and loaded them onto the jet.
We got onto the jet and waited a bit, Everleigh went into the bedroom laying down. I sat down on my couch and looked over at my bar man. “How much worse does it get?” I asked him. “You could be a bartender on a private jet to a spoiled king,” Adam laughs.
“You are more than just a bartender, y
