I was trying to stay positive.
At least I didn't owe Anotta anything. I hadn't taken her help. At least Ivy was safe. At least I was still breathing.
Even so, just the thought of Mana watching me from somewhere I couldn't see sent a chill crawling down my spine. Like I was an ant under a magnifying glass and she hadn't decided yet whether to burn me.
"Man…"
It apparently took two straight hours for Chase to admit what he did. Two hours. I kept replaying that in my head. Court was in a few days, and I was going to be there. Front row. Watching him squirm.
Unless Mana decided to kill me first.
"I'm actually fucking shaking," I muttered to myself, staring at my hand. It wasn't visible, but I could feel the tremor in my fingers. "fuck…"
I was out on the balcony, half-lying on the sunbed. A bag of chips rested on my stomach, already half empty. Minne had made some fancy sauce to go with it—garlic, herbs, something smoky. Way too classy for junk food.
