ERYN
“Get back here.” Saela yelled behind me as I watched my Uber pull up and keeping my shoulders squared and my back to her, I took a long deep breath in.
I was tired and still hurt from Torren's words earlier and that meant I didn't have enough energy to give Saela.
Why couldn't she just leave me the fuck alone?
I was about to walk into the Uber and just ignore her when I heard heels stomping in my direction and her hands immediately went on my shoulders pulling me back.
Cheap confidence, I recognized it instantly. I turned slowly, already knowing who stood behind me before I even looked.
Saela.
Always coming with drama clinging to her like the perfume she drowned in.
“Eryn.” She cooed, dragging the name like it left a bad taste on her tongue. “Got a moment? Let's discuss like adults.”
Adults? Does she even know what the word means?
I didn’t answer.
Just raised a brow and looked her over, from the diamond studded clutch in her hand to the designer shoes I knew she couldn’t afford
