Jetta POV
Another sleepless night, and it's Monday. How frustrating! This is all Kael's fault that my face looks so weary.
Reaching for my bottle of foundation, I frowned at the dark circle around my eyes and then give my window a side glance, wondering how the heck he got out of my room the other night so fast.
Now, I am seriously worried because if he could find my house and break into it so easily, am I safe from him?
After taking my precious time to do my makeup, I felt a sense of confidence and headed downstairs for breakfast.
The moment I took my seat at the table, my father locked eyes with me and asked, "Morning Jet. Have you called Mrs. Wilson yet?"
No, I did not, and again, it's Kael's fault for messing with my mind Saturday night, and I spent yesterday stressing about wha
