Chapter 25

“You look like shit,” Greyson announced, walking into Indianna’s room the next evening.

“Thanks,” Indianna said dryly, not even looking up.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Like shit,” she deadpanned.

“Wonderful,” he said with a grin. “Did you know a teacher turned up at school today? I was starting to wonder if they were a myth.”

“How interesting,” Indianna mumbled, yawning as she brushed her damp hair off her forehead.

Greyson closed the door to Indianna’s room with his foot and chucked his bag on the floor. In a few strides, he was at the window and opened it wide.

“Thanks,” Indianna said with a sigh. “I was getting hot.”

“I know. I’m in your head,” Greyson shrugged. “Have you eaten today?” he asked, turning to face her.

Indianna attempted to sit upright in her bed, but her