WINTER'S POV
When I left Jane to come back home, I didn't anticipate the type of hell that would be waiting for me. If I had known, I would have heeded Jane's advice not to leave until morning.
“Should I at least walk you back?“ Jane had whined and pouted.
I had laughed at her clinginess. “You're almost falling asleep on your feet. I can't let you walk me home in this condition.“
“I can call someone to take me home.“ By someone, Jane had been referring to the strings of boyfriends that she kept. Whenever she needed something, she only had to call someone, and they would oblige her. Each of these men still hoped that Jane would finally be serious with them.
“No. I can walk home just fine on my own.“
“If there's anyone that shouldn't be walking at night, it's you.“ She had said, remind
