TRACEY’S P.O.V.
What the actual hell just happened?
I stood frozen like an idiot in the middle of the driveway, staring at the space Damien had just wheeled himself away from like the floor might swallow me next.
Did he really?
Did he seriously just tell me to figure it out?
I blinked twice thinking I had probably misheard or something.
But no. He meant it.
He really walked away, leaving me standing stunned with no ride and a whole hour’s distance between me and school.
I had no driver, no cab access, and no damn idea how to get there on my own.
All because I had the audacity to ask Skylo to do his literal job?
I turned sharply, my eyes locking on the bastard still standing by the SUV like nothing just happened.
He was already halfway into another cigarette like this wasn’t his mess to begin with and, I could tell he was absolutely loving this.
“You happy now?” I gritted at him.
He met my glare with a smug little shrug, exhaling smoke, and turned away to resume chatting like I didn'
