KESTER.
I meant every word I just told her. The earlier Claire stopped bothering me, the better for Kasmine. Otherwise, I'd punish her if that would make her set boundaries between me and her pestering friend.
I pushed through my bedroom door, my anger radiating off me like a storm, spilling into the air like smoke. The shift in the atmosphere was instant, thickening with my mood, and unfortunately, June took notice.
"Kester..." She was on her feet in an instant, crossing the room toward me. "I waited up all night for you."
And?
All I saw in her was a stubborn child, desperate for attention.
Why was she telling me that? Does it look like I care? Didn't I tell her to go to sleep?
Her blonde hair was styled to perfection—sleek, shining, not a strand out of place. So, she really hadn't
