Fated Tragedy
“You need to either enroll in daycare to pick better friends or let the ones who actually love you pick your friends for you — because, goddess, do I want to smack the living shit out of these childish cunts!”
Alek and I both burst out laughing at that, the sound a small, bright thing in the heavy room. Then Rain walked in, exactly in her element: gothic lace, dramatic makeup, hair like a neon streak — long and blue with red tips — moving through the door as if she owned the place.
Ryan lit another cigarette, his shoulders tight, his jaw flexing. He was forcing himself to stay calm, forcing himself not to rip these she-wolves apart. It worried me—because if I could smack them back into reali