DAMIEN

I was pissed.

Not just mildly irritated, not the kind of annoyed you get when someone cuts you off in traffic — no. I was full-on, blood-boiling, jaw-clenching mad.

Aliyah. Of course, it had to be her.

Zinna really needed to learn how to pick her friends better, because that girl was a walking headache in heels. I didn’t even last an hour after getting back into town before I got in my car and drove straight to my sister’s house. My head was a mess, and if I didn’t talk ...