Chapter 44. Hope

My venomous conviction rings true, my heart certain of this fact, and I refuse to dismiss her as some unimportant object that was dropped along the way. She was a huge thorn in my side, a recurrent shadow of my happiness, and there’s no way the fates would have made me become so tied to her like this for absolutely nothing. She has to have some importance.

“I think the reason is you are too soft, and Meadow, well, she wanted a verbal punch bag for a long ass journey while neither of you wanted Sierra to deal with the mess I was yesterday. I’m not stupid. I’m also not about to crumble and throw myself to the vampires. I’m not my mom. I don’t need babysitting, and I’ll only take so much of Meadow’s attitude before rupturing her eardrums.” It’s said with a hint of sass, and a smile curls up unexpectedly at the corner of her mouth that I can’t miss. A touch of softening as she dampens down her emotions once more and returns to that cold aloofness I am getting used to.

I have