Jade was nervously biting her nails, sitting in the car that had parked outside the Winfield building. She kept picking up her phone and putting it back down, unable to believe how cold Alaric had been towards her. That day outside the bar, when she was clearly drained and vulnerable, he hadn’t even looked at her before tossing her to his friend, Argo. He had no sense of compassion.
It was all Lena’s fault. If she hadn’t shown up and ruined her plans, maybe things would have been different. What bothered her even more was how Daisy, who used to reply to her messages enthusiastically, had been responding less and less lately. Her replies had become brief, almost robotic. If even Alaric’s mother wasn’t replying to her, it felt like she had lost one of the few connections to him.
Today, Ja
