KESTER.
Fucking b***h!
I thought she was dead or something.
Why didn't she stay wherever the f**k she just crawled out from?
Rage curled through my muscles like a vice, my fingers twitching as I fastened my seatbelt.
"Kester... You have to breathe... You are too tensed," Kasmine said from beside.
I had booked the next available flight back to New York the second Lance sent that cursed message. Of all the goddamn problems circling me like vultures, Karina was the one I needed to deal with first.
"Kester. What's going on? You can talk to us," June asked. Her hand reached toward mine, and I recoiled like she was some disease-ridden mutt.
Instead, I grabbed Kasmine's hand, the one resting idly on the armrest between us. I squeezed, drawing in the warmth of her skin. Instantly, the
