Keya's POV:
“I need to talk to you,” Miranda said, her voice in a whisper.
"Why? What? I have nothing to say to you." I glared at her.
"I have. It is about James, Keya."
"I don't care about him."
"You don't understand."
"I don't have to, Miranda. I hate you for making a fool out of me. I hate him. I don't want to look at you two ever again after I f*****g reject James."
"But he won't let you. I don’t think he’ll let you go,” Miranda whispered, her voice tight, nostrils flared like she was the one being hunted
I stared at her, arms crossed.
“What the f**k are you talking about?” I hissed. “I told you—I’m going to reject him. I don’t care what you or he or the Moon Goddess herself thinks.”
“I know, I know,” she said quickly, eyes darting around like she was afraid James might step
