My face had been set in a tight frown throughout the day and my already bad mood seemed to worsen.

I glared at the girl subtly running her fingers on Henry's arm, and what exactly was the asshole doing.

Laughing at whatever shit she was saying, the same shit I was sure wasn't even funny.

“I've got a pocket knife if you'd like to stab her.” Lena said, handing me a knife.

I glanced at her unamused.

“Why do you have a knife?”

She shrugged. “Protection.”

“You have a car that drives you to and from places .” I muttered, dryly.

“So…”

I rolled my eyes, turning my gaze back...