Fourteen

Before Adara knew what she was doing, she was flying up the stairs, running into the walls, and bursting through her door. She was tripping on air and choking on nothing.

How could he do that?

Her head throbbed insistently and her eyes stung. The blood wouldn't stop pouring out of her forehead.

She stumbled to her bed and threw herself down, clutching her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth.

Hyperventilating, no air, nothing was real, she was on fire.

At least, it felt that way. Somewhere inside her, Adara knew she would be fine. Well, on the outside. She wasn't burning, but she felt too hot.

She shouldn't have talked to Gabe that way. Shouldn't have protected Beck and Hali. All that did was get them in trouble and put targets on their backs. But what Gabe had seen her do with Beck...

She shivered and gagged just thinking about the consequences.