Racheal stared at the glass-covered pool, thinking about Zuri.

If Steffan was the one who wronged her, why was she transferring all the aggression to her?

And that threat she had made? She had to tell Steffan about it.

“Would you like lunch served?” Luna asked, standing behind her.

The sun was beaming down brightly, and the air outside was hot.

“Not yet.” Racheal said, turning back to look at them. “If someone tries to touch my stuff next time, please call me. If you cannot get ...