MAREN’S POV
"Maren! Maren, wake up for the love of the Goddess!"
Naomi’s scream pierced my ears, dragging me out of a deep sleep.
I snapped my eyes open, disoriented, my heart hammering against my ribs. "What...? What’s happening? Is the building on fire?" I stammered, brushing my hair out of my face.
She was practically jumping on my bed, her hair a mess and her face pale, shaking my phone in front of my face as if it were a grenade about to explode. "Worse! Much worse! You have to see this!"
The screen’s brightness hurt my eyes. I blinked, trying to focus while a yawn died in my throat. I took the device with trembling hands and began to read.
My eyes scanned every line greedily: the venomous comments, the accusations of me seducing Thorne, and even a photo of our silhouettes under
