AMARA’S POV

I was walking back and forth, biting my nails without realizing it. We were once again in the club room, our unofficial hideout whenever no one else was using it. This was where we usually talked about life, laughed about nonsense, or dealt with whatever was bothering us.

"I don't know what to do anymore with your cousin, Kolin. I really can’t understand him," I said, exasperated. "I did my best. I tried talking to him and everything, but it’s all useless. Nothing’s ...