~Kate~
“Ok girl, tell me, what’s going on?”
Yssa asked, sprawled across my bed like she owned the entire space, her legs dangling over the side, her arms propping her up so she could stare at me like she was about to read my soul, and I had to turn toward her because, honestly, the way she looked at me could make a grown woman sweat from nerves alone.
“What do you mean?” I asked, blinking at her, trying to figure out if she had suddenly developed the ability to read minds or if she just had that sixth sense she was so proud of, the one that always made me feel like a guilty teenager even when I hadn’t done anything remotely wrong… though, obviously, today, I was knee-deep in guilty.
“You’ve been in your room all day, and now you’re telling me you want to skip dinner,” she said, her to
