POV: Breanna
"Don't worry, I'm fine," I say, not wanting to drag anyone else into the subject.
"That's not what I asked, my angel," he says seriously.
His voice is firm, but at the same time calm, and for some reason I feel safe with him.
I'm tempted to tell him what happened when my phone rings and all eye contact between me and Miguel ends.
I take the phone out of my pocket and see Damon's name on the screen.
"Where are you?" Damon asks as soon as I answer.
"At school," my voice comes out hoarse.
"Are you okay? Why aren't you in class?" he asks me, and I see Miguel looking at me, waiting for me to answer my brother.
"I'm fine, are you watching me?" I ask in disbelief.
Damon sighs on the other end of the line and I close my eyes, slowly losing my patience.
"Tell me what happene
