"Greyson," Kirstie said when he and Indianna walked into Kirstie's class. "Glad you could grace me with your presence."

"Don't expect it to be a common occurrence," he shrugged and Kirstie rolled her eyes.

"Feeling better, Indianna?" She smirked and Indianna pursed her lips, ignoring Kirstie's smug look.

"Amazing," she said sarcastically and Greyson chuckled, leading Indianna to the back of the classroom.

"Have you spoken to your mother?" Greyson asked as they sat down.

Indianna tensed and narrowed her eyes. "No."

"Indie, you need to talk to her."

"She brought me up and refused to mention that my father was murdered by freaking werewolves!" Indianna hissed. "I don't need...