Fiona’s POV

“Oh, Elena, I didn't realize you stayed in school this long as well…”

“I do,” she answered with creased brows that made my stomach twist.

“How can I help you?” Jalen asked, with a calm voice.

She stood frozen in the doorway, her hand still hovering in the air like she’d forgotten how to knock. Her eyes darted between us: Jalen and me before roaming between his tie still hanging crooked, the faint red mark on the side of his neck where I’d bitten too hard, ...