CLOVER'S POV:
I'm going to kill Creed. After dropping that massive bombshell, he up and walks out of the room, leaving me to deal with the aftermath alone.
He'd tell me I should be grateful. He said what I couldn't bring myself to. But instead of feeling grateful, I feel mortified.
I should probably say something, but I have absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to say to follow that. The others are quiet too, probably waiting for me to speak first.
"I..." I try but I don't know how to finish the sentence.
"Let's just see what happens, Clo," Jett says softly. "No pressure."
I don't say anything back, not really knowing what to say. Instead, I just smile at him.
Ziggy stands to his feet.
"Right, who wants a drink?" Although the question is directed at everyone, he looks at me.
Noddi
