Angelique shrugged. “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“So can we talk?” I reiterated.
“We just did!” She snapped.
I sighed. “About something else? Something private!”
“Not right now,” she said with a gloating smile.
I reined in my snarling she-wolf.
“Cool. Later then?” I asked.
“Don’t think we’re friends now!” She scoffed. “You’re still a broke fat looser!” She said.
I saw Jonah’s eyes turn black but he quickly regained his composure turning them back to green. Wow. Angelique’s hatred for me ran so deep! Why?! Was there something I was missing? Had our parents who had been siblings hated each other too? Her parents never helped out my Granny despite being loaded while Granny and I were on food stamps half the time but I had always assumed that was because she was my maternal gran
