AMBER
The next school day came quickly and the boys set the mission rolling for that evening.
But first we had to attend classes which wasn’t a problem because, I loved lectures. In fact, listening to the professors give me new knowledge was always therapeutic to me. But that wasn't the case today.
For some strange reason, the class felt colder than usual today. And I just couldn't focus.
Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was the voice in my head reminding me that the Everdale boys were bad news. They— especially Zac, made it seem like I was the problem.
But as I sat in through that class, I felt a different way. What if this was their fault? What if meeting them made me one of the daughters of the goddess?
What if they were just manipulating everything around me to fit their narrative?
