Lesley's POV

"Amanda?!"

I gaped, when the door to our house opened and one of the warriors walked in with my (ex?) best friend. Her thick chocolate brown hair was a mess and she was dressed in only a T-shirt, that – because of her rounded figure – barely covered her privates.

"Lesley," she muttered stunned, looking at me, like she'd seen a ghost. And I was pretty sure, my expression matched hers. Last time I saw Amanda I'd been under Trevor's command to hurt her. The things that had been said between us--- I was fairly sure she hated my guts!

"What's going on?" Dean asked behind me, sounded...