Giselle
I know I shouldn’t feel bad about what happened with Tristan the other night, but I do. I don’t know if he’s angry or relieved since I haven’t seen him in days. Thankfully, there has been no action from our mutant angels, so I can pretend I don’t miss our nightly outings. Regrettably, that doesn’t stop me from thinking about him.
As I go to my favorite coffee shop, I puff out a couple of breaths and try to clear my mind.
It doesn’t take long for me to order a drink and find a comfortable spot near the café window. However, not even the beautiful sunny view can distract me from my tumultuous thoughts.
“Hey, Lia, ” Jules strolls toward me, her two friends, Amara and Haley, beside her.
I give them an even smile as I bring my coffee cup to my lips, “Hey, don’t you have school rig
