Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
A choked guffaw bubbles out of my mouth. The sheer absurdity of her words makes me want to both laugh and cry, at the same time.
It helps.
I press the heel of my palm against my forehead, a small, humorless smile playing on my lips now. Sometimes I feel like a broken ship drifting on a vast ocean, with no anchor. I’m just floating, trying to find a place to land.
I get to my feet and open the door.
Shelby’s worried face is the first thing I see.
“I drove him out!” she says fiercely. Told him to take his attitude with him. If he bothers you again, I’ll give you some pepper spray to use on him.”
“Thanks, Shelby, but he’s not my boyfriend.”
“He’s not?” She doesn’t sound very convinced. “Are you sure? Because I saw the way he was looking at you…”
I shook my h
