What the hell was she doing here?I turned sharply toward the doorway. Wendy stood there, her eyes darting back and forth between me and Jason, who was sitting completely tense and frozen on the edge of the bed.“I was looking for you...” she started, shifting her eyes back to meet mine. “I heard your voice up here and I thought—”“Get out!” I snapped, cutting her off abruptly before she could finish the sentence.Wendy’s brows furrowed in pure shock, as if she hadn't heard me clearly or couldn't fathom that I was actually speaking to her in that tone.I just held her gaze, cold and unflinching, until she finally seemed to process the order. Scowling, she turned on her heel and headed back down the hallway.I didn't care whether she had overheard any of our argument. But when I turned back to Jason, I could see the immediate terror written across his features. It was as if he thought Wendy was the last person on earth who should ever suspect a damn thing about us.No one should know.
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