Jordan's POV
I parted ways with Elara and made my way towards my locker, trying to shake off Elara's grandfather's journal. Curiosity lingered in me, I badly wanted to know what was written in that journal but I also knew that I made the right decision by letting Elara go through it first, she deserved to.
"Jordan!" An annoying, familiar voice suddenly called out my name, snapping me out of my thoughts and jolting me back to reality.
I turned to see Gabriel Cross rushing towards me, his eyes sharp and arms crossed.
"Son of a motherless goat." I muttered a cuss under my breath as he appeared in front of me.
"What can I help you with?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
"Where were you last night?" He asked plainly.
I shrugged. "I do not understand what you are talking ab
