AMARA’S POV

“What? Did I hear that right?” I scratched my head as Jazzy hysterical question echoed in the room.

Her eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. Was he really that shocked?

“Oh, I told you so! You even denied it when I asked you before,” he said, still sounding overly excited.

The sound of the door closing and locking filled the room. We were now in the club room because I wanted to tell them something important—something I’d been keeping to myself for too long. I ...