Saoirse
My entire body locks up.
Like my lungs forget how to function and my heart does a triple somersault in my chest. Because standing there—by the damn corridor like she just witnessed a live crime scene—is Jennie.
And the look on her face?
Shocked.
Confused.
Borderline betrayed.
Panic rushes through me like a tidal wave.
“Jennie—” I gasp, but I don’t even let her speak. My instincts kick in. I grab her hand and drag her out the nearest exit like the walls are about to collapse.
“Hey, hey, come on,” I say breathlessly, forcing a stupid laugh as we step out into the garden behind the pack house. My hands shake as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, like I can just fix everything with good posture and a pretty smile.
She yanks her hand from mine. Her expression is unreadable
