As we pushed through the doors of Newbrooke high my stomach churned and every ounce of skin on my body tightened. I stopped, one foot across the threshold. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t blend in.
“Not so fast,” Jonathan said, grabbing hold of my arm. “We’re doing this together, Flynn, whether you like it or not.”
“Take your hand off me,” I growled, shoving his hand off my arm and standing to my full height. I knew I couldn’t beat Jonathan in a full on battle. It was impossible. Our destinies were tied to one another while the curse still held, but I was damned sure I wasn’t going to let him boss me around anymore. The days of Jonathan telling me what I should and shouldn’t do were well and truly over. The only reason I was going along with his stupid plan was to make sure he didn’t kil
