“No,” Della said, miles past trying to pretend. “I’m not.”
“Do you need a hug?” Miranda asked.
Della stared at the little witch and thought of about ten over-the-top pissy things she could say, but when she opened her mouth, not one came out.
“Yeah,” Della said, and a few tears slipped from her lashes. “I think I do.” Confusion to the point of pain swelled inside her. Her dad was suspected of killing his sister. She was bonded to some guy she barely knew, and didn’t know what that meant. But as much as she wanted to deny it, it felt like it meant something.
Standing in the midst of a group hug, without a friggin’ clue what she was going to do, she found a moment of clarity. She had a shitload of questions that needed answering and big decisions she had to make, but one thing she knew. She had two of the best friends ever.
And if she could just remember that, she’d survive all of this. Survive and find answers. She had to.
After all, she was a reborn. That had to mean something.