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54: Quarrell

ALAINA

“Can we talk?”

How could three words hold so much pull? Why was he texting me now? He hadn't bothered to text me the first time so why now?

My heart thumped in my chest and the tension wrapped around me like a cloak. My hands trembled slightly and the phone threatened to fall from my hand so I slowly placed it on the table, inhaling deeply.

Oh, god. Oh. god. What do I text back? No wait—

I wasn't supposed to text back. I shouldn't be thinking of texting back. It was all scrambled in my head and I sat there, trying to even my breathing. My chest felt so stuffed up and somehow breathing became a chore.

What do I do? Freya had just left, going out of her mind to find him and he conveniently texted me? I leaned back against the chair, feeling a shiver skitter down my backbone.

I'd never been this confused over three words. I ghosted him and that wasn't nice on anyone. Yet, I wasn't willing to offer an explanation. How was I supposed to explain that I received a text from a strang
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