Chapter 6

EMILIA

On good days, I love my best friend. On really bad days, I remind myself she means well.

But today? Today is a horrible day, and I’m furious.

“Hades’s asshole” isn’t even a high enough scale. I yank my hands out of hers, my anger so hot I actually consider shoving her off the couch - until I notice how close the coffee table is and wince.

I’m mad. But not mad enough to injure her. Yet.

“I can’t believe you!” I shoot up from the couch and storm toward my bedroom. Tessa is right behind me.

“You’re overreacting, Em. It’s not even a bad thing!”

I whip off my left slipper and hurl it at her head, but she’s got baseball reflexes from years of playing catch with her dad - and dodges effortlessly.

She glares, pointing a finger at me like she’s about to scold a misbehaving puppy. “Give me one valid reason why you’re mad, and I’ll back off.”

I hate when she does this. Puts me on the spot, makes my brain short-circuit, then steamroll