Margo's upper lip curls, and she slams her half-smoked cigarette in the glass ashtray.
"You better watch it." Jayden points at Margo with a stare that has me a little nervous.
Margo looks at a small alarm clock on the night stand.
"It's late. It's time."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Jayden asks with a shrug.
"The later it is, the more subject to sin men are," I state. I glance up to see a wide-eyed Jayden and a Margo smiling wolfishly.
"Exactly." Margo nods approvingly. Standing to leave, she grabs my hand, pulling me back.
"My best advice to you, baby? Build a shell, protect your feelings from getting involved. It'll save you in the long run. Then you can get a hold of what's real and what isn't."
I nod, my heart suddenly pounding against my chest nervously. I can
