THE PARTY
~TATE’S POV~
The sun set on the horizon, casting red colors and shadows across the parking lot. Owen leaned against his car, pose relaxed, but his eyes shone bright studying me with the kind of attention that left skin prickling.
His smile was easy. His stare wasn’t.
“Liam’s throwing a party tonight,” he said smoothly, voice low and coaxing. “You should come.”
My grip tightened on the strap of my bag. “I don’t know him. I’m not invited.” Parties weren’t my world.
They never had been.
Even before my father died, I was the invisible girl with her nose buried in a book, forgotten until whispers…Holly’s lies….turned me into something ugly in their mouths.
Parties meant eyes, eyes meant judgment, judgment meant teeth. And I had already bled for them enough.
“Tate!” Myra’s
