It had been a little over a week since my ordeal, and it was still the talk of the school. I was tired of telling my story - or rather, the story Trent and Jax had fabricated for me to tell - and I just wanted things to go back to normal.
Thankfully, Ellie had proclaimed herself my bodyguard and whenever someone tried to ask me questions, she'd shut them down. I had no idea what I'd do without her.
Jax was still gone, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for that. Even though Trent insisted none of it was my fault, I knew he missed his brother, and nothing he said would lessen my guilt about that.
Isach hadn't shown his face since kidnapping me, and I hoped he never did, because I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop myself from screaming at him for what he'd done. And then I'd probably hug him, because if he hadn't lifted his magic, I would have died.