seventeen

Davina

The familiar smug tone that spoke sent a rush of disgust coursing through my veins.

Keith!

I shut my eyes and turned away as I get a rush of the feeling from having Keith’s claws repeatedly dig into my stomach and tear me up. Utter hatred brewed in my gut for him. If we were here alone, his head will be sitting off his neck across the room.

That smirk.

“Why is he here?” I whirled my face to Evans and inquired of him using our link, briefly smiling to hide my contempt. “You told him I was here?”

“I had to. It is only right that I do. He is your…” he said, lifting himself up from his seat and extending a hand to Keith.

“I didn’t want anyone to know I was here,” I looked out the window. “It's barely morning, Evy. You couldn’t give me a little time… I am literally still recovering,” I growled in his head, clamping my lips together. He winced briefly shutting his eyes.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” Keith asked looking concerned. I know he is not. All of it is an act—his