Lysa
I stumble after Steven, or whatever his name is, feeling like a zombie. Vance is the only reason I'm even functioning right now. How did he roped me into this early morning worship thing? And why do they keep excluding Jace? That's a surefire way to get on my bad side. I mean, seriously, what's their problem with him? It's not like he's some kind of demon or something. Well, not any more than the rest of us, anyway. Either way they are going to have to fix that s**t or else come hell or high water we will leave. I will find somewhere else, or I will teach myself, like I have with everything else.
As we turn a corner, I spot a group of people up ahead, huddled together in a circle. Great, more of them. I recognize a few faces from last night, but most are strangers. But I do know exa
