"What?!" I took him by the arm tightly to make him stop, this time no matter what my ribs hurt. Are you serious? They're here?"
All of this was happening too fast. These people were here, now what would happen? I look down at the clothes I'm wearing, Sacha earlier today had helped me change into something more comfortable for the warm Los Angeles temperature instead of Mikah's borrowed clothes that are stained with blood after the beating he gave me. Marcell had given. But I'm still wearing shorts and a soft cotton T-shirt, I look like a messy bug. I can't know them like that. Not only am I terrified of the first impression I may make of them, but I am also terrified of what will happen with the Mates deal. What will I do if they don't want to cancel it? And what will I do if they cancel
