JADE's POV
"What do you think they're talking about?"
Chris's voice came from so close behind me that I heard him clearly, despite the pounding music of the club. I was secretly watching Silas and April from the terrace, my pulse racing. He had said he wanted to give her a gift, but that didn’t sit well with me. I hated seeing him near April—hated it with a passion that burned through my veins. I was desperate to know what they were saying but I could not hear them. Every time April moved closer to him, my chest tightened as if someone was squeezing my heart in their fist.
"Why do you care?" I snapped, barely glancing at Chris.
"What is it you're hoping to see? Or better yet… what are you afraid of seeing?"
"I don’t want to talk to you, Chris." I shoved his hand off my arm, my movemen
