Josie
I could feel my head pounding like someone was drumming against my skull. The noise of my own thoughts was too loud, too sharp, too chaotic. Everything lately felt like a never-ending storm, and I was standing right in the middle of it with no umbrella, no shelter—nothing but the rain pounding down on me until I could barely breathe.
Liam opened his mouth to say something—probably one of his annoying, smug comments—but I lifted my hand sharply. "Don't," I muttered, my voice coming out low but edged with steel. "You're here to tutor me, Liam. Not make my life harder. If you can't manage that, then keep your mouth shut."
