Raven
My lips parted, my heart pounding so loudly I thought Hannah might hear it, but I forced out a shaky laugh instead.
“Werewolves? Oh, come on, Hannah. It’s just an inside joke between me and Ember.” I reached up to brush a strand of hair from my face, willing my hand not to tremble as I moved.
Slowly, casually, I let it drift toward my knife, my fingers itching to grip the hilt.
Hannah didn’t buy it. Her narrowed eyes flicked over me, her sneer deepening.
“You think I am stupid, don’t you?” she hissed, stepping closer. Her knife gleamed in the dim light as she moved. “You’re not even trying to hide it anymore.”
“Hannah, seriously, you’re being paranoid,” I said, inching back toward my desk, my hand brushing the edge of my knife’s sheath. “What would I even g
