*Kyan*
“I’m… Ember.”
My eyes widen and I stare at Emory like this is all a joke.
One horrible, f*****g practical joke.
I almost laugh, honestly. I really want to. I feel like I have to in order to keep from losing my Goddessdamn mind.
My eyes flicker to my mother, and I half expect her to be laughing, too. Like she’s in on this practical joke. After all, how else would she have known that Emory was going to say that just now? They had to have concocted this scheme together, just to mess with me, although it seems very much out of my mother’s nature to do such a thing.
“Shut the f**k up,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. I don’t normally cuss in front of my mother, but I’m getting a little pissed now because no one is laughing, and there’s no way in f*****g hell that what Emor
