I'm Done Playing Your Twisted Game

I rushed into the rehearsal hall, still clutching the Icy Hot pain patches I had bought for Julian.

But in the next second, I heard Hudson laughing inside.

"The sixty-third time! It worked! I told you she’d even blow off her final audition for the National Dance Theater just for Julian!"

"Only three more to go," someone chimed in, laughing. "Once she makes a fool of herself at the kids' recital, the sixty-six paybacks will be complete!"

I froze outside the door.

For three years, I thought Julian’s coldness toward me was just his personality.