Veronica POV
Veronica sat on the edge of her bed, in her dimly lit room.
Mr. Muffins lay curled at her side, his tail twitching against her thigh like a heartbeat. She stared at the wall in silence, her body still, but her mind replaying every second of that lunch.
The questions. The stares. The way Talia answered everything like she’d rehearsed it her whole life—while Veronica stood there, clutching a cat and sounding like a moron.
Her cheeks still burned.
She hadn't expected to be quizzed in front of strangers. She hadn’t even known she was going to be seen. Bash had tried to keep her away, but she’d snapped at him. Goddess. She could still hear her own voice echoing in her head—loud, defensive, bratty.
She didn’t even blame them, not really. They were right. She didn’t know anythi
