Soren
I meet Jazz at the coffee shop off-campus. She glances at my face and buys me a double shot espresso without permission.
"You look like hell," she says, as she slid into the booth opposite me as if that needs to be pointed out.
"Thanks. You definitely know how to make a girl feel special."
"Soren, I mean it. What's happening? I don't know. You've been radio silent since the engagement announcement."
I clutch the warm mug. "I'm thinking of leaving home."
Jazz's eyes widen. "Leaving as in leaving the pack or running away?"
"Both. Neither. I don't know." I burn my tongue and take a gulp of coffee.
"Kai offered to help me get out. Start somewhere new. Away from all of this."
"Kai." The tone in how she pronounces his name tells you exactly what she thinks. "So
