Mariah

The party was still buzzing when we left, but it wasn’t the same kind of buzz as before. The laughter had turned sharp, whispery, heavy with the kind of gossip that feeds off someone else’s pain.

Jessa didn’t say a word as we made our way through the crowd. Heads turned. Eyes followed. No one dared to say anything now—not after the way she’d slapped Daniel—but the looks said enough. Half impressed. Half waiting for the next scene.

I wanted to tell every single one of ...