Chapter 38:
STELLA
Shit!
I hate Dylan. I scribbled his name down on my draft paper but God, I didn't hold back. I carved into the paper aggressively while I couldn't help but faintly imagine it was his heart.
I didn't care if I damaged the fabric beneath it.
I grabbed my phone and texted him.
I knew it was the last thing to have done but no matter how hard I thought, it was the only option I had—face the attacker.
“Meet me there by seven. "I hit the ‘Send’ button on my phone, letting out a sharp breath as I headed outside the academy.
He texted back, agreeing to be there, even though he was curious to know why.
Rhys was here to pick me up at the academy for a minute, my chest tightened.
Someone in our connection had changed—it wasn't visible enough but I could tell.
We bar
