Jade
This is a bad dream. Yeah, a fever dream. It has to be. I tap my foot, looking around the room. All the girls have been given something to cover themselves with, and Mom is handing out drinks and some food.
To say we crashed the party would be an understatement. Emma and Nasir are basically up there holding all of them hostage until we find the people responsible and safely get the girls out of here.
I avoid looking into the far corner of the room. So well aware of the bright, almost glowing amber eyes following me, watching my every move through that curtain of greasy jet-black hair. Why? I just prayed for the moon goddess to spare me this afternoon. And now, my stomach drops every time I hear HIM quietly talk to the pretty blonde stuck to him since I first laid eyes on him. Kind
