JUNE;
“Boys are fighting over you now,” Nina's words burned still at the back of my mind while I paced the small space in front of our bunk beds.
My fingers pressed hard into my forehead like I could squeeze the chaos out of my skull, the massage still not enough to stop my head from banging.
Romy sat on her bed, legs crossed, watching me with wide, worried eyes. Lila and Sophia were curled up on their own beds too, their gazes following me like I was some kind of show they couldn’t look away from. No one said a word. The air felt thick, heavy with everything I couldn’t put into sentences.
My head was banging, a dull ache that had started the moment I saw Ronan on Matthew, throwing those punches at him relentlessly.
Questions kept spilling through me, one after another. Why had Selene
