Marcus rounded the corner of the bedroom door, glancing briefly over his shoulder before disappearing. Jessica rambled on about finding me some clothes, while I cringed at the thought of being dressed like a Barbie doll.
My thoughts wandered to what Marcus' mother was speaking to him about. Was it about Jason and the lycans? Did she know more than she originally said?
"What size bra are you? 32B or 32C?" she asked, eyeing my boobs as if I weren't attached to them.
A blush traveled along my face, and I hated myself for being so timid. I wanted to be the girl I once was before everything happened.
When I danced around in my room with Emily—
"Emily," I blurted out, not realizing I'd even spoke aloud. "He'll go after Emily."
Jessica stopped her rampage of words. "What?"
"Emily. My
