LEXIE
I sat on the edge of the bed in fresh jeans and a plain black top, staring down at the wooden floorboards. My fingers twisted together tightly in my lap while my thoughts kept circling the same thing over and over again. Raven.
Her fake apology replayed in my head like a bad song I couldn’t turn off, the sweet voice saying, “I’m so sorry.”
But her eyes had stayed cold, and the small smile on her lips had told me everything. It wasn’t an accident. I let out a slow breath and dragged both hands through my hair, pulling at the roots lightly.
“Great,” I muttered to myself. “Just what I needed. Another person in this town who wants me gone.”
The room was quiet except for the distant sound of music and voices coming from downstairs. The bar was alive again already, laughter drifted up
