19

Zephyra's POV

The car dropped us off, and I marched for the door. I fumbled while trying to get the key in the lock, so Freya gently took it from me and let us in.

I dropped my purse on the table. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“I’m sorry, Zee. I really am.” Freya gave me a long hug.

I let out a ragged breath. “You never liked him.”

“Because I didn’t think he was good enough for you,” she said, pushing my hair away from my face.

I nodded, hating that tears continued to burn the backs of my eyes every time I thought back to what I saw. Also hating that my mind kept going to Lirael and the fact that he knew. That he practically spelled it out for me, and I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about.

I turned the shower on as hot as I could bear and let it cascade over me. Jovan hadn’t called, which either meant he hadn’t seen my message yet or he had and was too chicken shit to talk to me. A sudden rush of nausea hit me. How the hell could I face him and Rachel on Monday with the