It had been about thirty minutes since she started texting Jezton, and there seemed to be no end to his replies, even though she had been giving him hints to slow down.

Although she used the conversation to distract herself, it barely helped. Her mind kept drifting back to everything Raven had done the night before. The memory clung to her, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Just as she tried to push those thoughts away, her phone rang. It was her father, calling to inform her that, ...