Penelope's POV
Fuck you, Timothy. f**k you, Frostfang Pack.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my reflection blotchy and swollen from all the days of crying. My eyes are red, my hair's a mess, and I look like exactly what everyone thinks I am pathetic.
But I'm done with that.
"Finally," Lyra says in my head, her voice sharp with approval. "I was wondering when you'd get angry instead of just sad."
I splash cold water on my face and make a decision. If Timothy Blackthorn wants to treat me like I'm nothing, fine. But I'm not going to stay for nothing.
"You're right," I tell my reflection, gripping the sink edge. "Time for a change."
The money Mom gave me for "emergencies" is sitting in my dresser drawer. Three hundred dollars she saved from tips at the diner. Plus the two hundr
