Chloe
I walked upstairs, one hand pressed against my throbbing forehead. At least it didn’t hit my eye, I thought dryly. That would’ve been a whole new level of pain to deal with.
Lucky me.
All I wanted now was to get to my room, shut the door, and block out the world, even if just for a moment. But as I reached for the door handle, it swung open before I could touch it.
Amelia.
She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a smug, knowing smile curving her lips. The kind of smile that said I’ve won.
I stiffened, my eyes flickering past her, scanning my room, or at least, what used to be my room.
It looked different. Slightly rearranged.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.
Logan had given Amelia exactly what she wanted.
She was in the master bedroom now.
I inhale
