Fifty-Three: RowynIt wasn't that things were tense. They weren't. I was. Every time Reed looked at me over the next couple of days, I wanted to blurt out that Hunter had kissed me. It was like carrying around a loaded weapon that I never wanted, but now I had it, and I was terrified it was going to go off and hurt someone. I'd tried yoga. I wasn't ready to read my cards or really open up to my guides yet. No one even knew that I was still shielding myself from everything. I felt betrayed- by my gifts, by the universe. I didn't trust any of it anymore. But I still trusted that Reed and I could be okay. Together. I just had to keep going.
I groaned inwardly when I saw the group gathered near my locker that Wednesday walking into school. I tried to remain invisible while I passed the assortm
