DAMIEN
I was pissed.
Not just mildly irritated, not the kind of annoyed you get when someone cuts you off in traffic — no. I was full-on, blood-boiling, jaw-clenching mad.
Aliyah. Of course, it had to be her.
Zinna really needed to learn how to pick her friends better, because that girl was a walking headache in heels. I didn’t even last an hour after getting back into town before I got in my car and drove straight to my sister’s house. My head was a mess, and if I didn’t talk to her immediately, I’d probably explode.
I pulled into Zinna’s driveway, parking like a man on a mission. I slammed the car door and stomped toward her front porch, so caught up in my own storm that I didn’t notice Marion’s car parked out front.
Big mistake.
If I’d seen it, I might’ve taken a second t
