CHAPTER THIRTY
TYLA Point of View
Thinking too much of what my next step would be has made me insomniac. It was late in the night, and I was struggling to sleep. I sit up and huff. I check the time to see how late it was when I receive a message from Jessica that she wanted to see her urgently. "What could it be?" I begrudgingly stand up from my bed, when the thought that she might actually be in distress creeped in. I immediately hurried to her room, hoping Jonathan wasn't at it again. I burst into the room without any warning. "What is it? What happened? Are you o-" the questions die from my mouth when I notice the other person in the room. Of course it's Damon. The one person I wasn't ready to see yet. Seeing Damon annoyed me. I know I told Jessica that I would think about it, but I didn't mean immediately. And I'm sure that I'm wearing my expressions on my face, because she pleas with me to talk to him. "Just hear him out" she says, reaching out to hold me. "I told you I would b
