Bailey's pov

I should have known. 

There's a bubble of laughter that's stuck in my throat, laughter that would be dry of any emotion they deprived me of if I could let it out. I could see it now, I now could see why this was very likely to be her. 

Juliet. 

As she took her elegant time to come down the creaky stairs, disgust twisted within me along with hatred. This makes it two people I now hate. Stefan crossed his arms, his gleaming amused eyes on me. 

I hated that I was their ...