MIRABEL POV.
I was on my way to class the next day when Damian, Owen, and Noah yelled my name, running towards me like I was on fire. Owen was the first to grab my shoulders, his hands all over my face, turning me this way and making me feel like I was some fragile doll.
“Are you in pain? Are you hurt?” Owen asked, spinning me around like I had a price tag attached.
I yanked his hands off me and scowled. “What is wrong with you?”
But instead of a standard, human response, Noah blurted out, “Did she hurt you? What did she do to you, Mirabel?”
Now, at this point, I had no clue what the hell they were talking about.
“What are you guys even on about?” I asked
Damian finally decided to explain. “One of my guards told me that my mother had you dragged off to some secluded area yesterday.
