Ivy Tussac
“Will you stop fussing over me. I’m fine.” Glaring at Audrey wasn’t having the right effect on her. Audrey Davenport wasn’t just my second-best friend, she was trouble with a capital T.
“Don’t snap at me. We almost lost you, so get back in that bed,” said Audrey.
Sighing, I settled back on the edge of my bed. I had no intentions of getting underneath the covers. I’ve been in this bed for weeks, and I felt like fifty percent of my strength was back.
Audrey had several purple bruises marring her face and arms. She looked like she had endured great suffering.
“How are you feeling? I know you were hurt, and I hadn’t had a chance to check on you.”
“I’m peachy, girl. My injuries are healing well, and I have a few bruises that need to fade but I’m well.”
Audrey is a great frien
