Hannah
I felt my stomach churn at the mention of Drake’s name, but not for my own sake. I found myself glancing over at Zoe in order to gauge her reaction. Her face had drained of color, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the dining hall.
But she said nothing else.
Adam, oblivious to the tension, grinned widely. “My daddy’s really coming?” he asked, still clutching his Optimus Prime toy tightly in his little hand.
Noah shrugged. “For a little while, yes. He is a part of the Alpha Council, after all.”
I glanced over at Zoe again, who had just been crying. Surprisingly, her face was as stony as ever—although her skin was still as pale as though she had just seen a ghost. For a moment, I felt bad; Zoe may have been my bane in my past life, but she didn’t deserve this.
