JADE
I’m climbing up the stairs, a glass shard sticking out of my hand from where the wine bottle had cut me, fighting tears.
A little girl had done this to me—she won’t be so little by tomorrow, but my point is, how did we get here?
A few pack wolves cross me on the hallways leading to Lukas’s bedroom. They mutter apologies to me, bowing on their way.
I can’t respond to all of them, and my feet can’t take me to his room any quicker.
I should have known Cleo was up to no good when she suggested a third class today. Deep down, I knew that, but she left me with little choice.
I fear being completely cancelled. I’m letting her call the shots, thereby tossing myself in harms way.
Thank the goddess I didn’t bring the camera. It was an impromptu class that now needs to be buried twelve f
