Anastasia’s POV
Spending the night at Uriel’s place had helped more than I expected. It has been a while since I slept without crying myself awake in the middle of the night.
Uriel and I had stayed up talking for hours about random things, anything that didn’t involve Jed, mates, or humiliation.
We talked about movies, school and her weird obsession with vanilla ice cream.
At some point, we even laughed so hard her mom came upstairs threatening to separate us like children.
It felt… nice and normal. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.
The next morning, we got ready for school together.
“You can wear one of my hoodies if you want,” Uriel offered while brushing her hair.
I looked at her suspiciously. “You just want me to advertise your terrible fashion sense.”
She gasped drama
