HANNAH
Could they see how scared to death I was? Was my nervousness written all over my face? Could they tell?
Maybe they could. Perhaps that was why they kept joking around a lot. Or maybe they couldn't tell. Willa told me that I sometimes had a poker face.
"Isn't it exciting?" Willa asked, smiling and poking her head out the window of the moving car.
Jace stopped telling his joke about the time he had accidentally broken Chase's arm during football practice. He gently squeezed my shoulder and leaned over the front seat. Maybe as my mate, he had sensed my growing tension.
"Today is your day, Hannah," he said in my ear. "You're going to kill it."
Willa scrambled excitedly out of the car when Cade brought it to a smooth stop in front of the building. I slowly got out. So did the tri
