Now that Flora’s gone to fulfill her pointless quest, there’s no use in Sara pretending she cares about the failure that’s hanging out in her guest room. I’m more upset by the fact that I didn’t get my way. Nobody ever denies me anything—not my parents, not Chase, not my friends. No-bah-dee. Except Oliver. He doesn’t take shit off anybody, especially me. But that’s mostly because I give him an attitude. Ugh. This is my fault. Maybe I should’ve apologized to him when I had the chance. Maybe I would’ve stayed at his boutique longer than normal, and maybe that would’ve changed my fate. Flora and I would’ve never wrecked. This nightmare wouldn’t exist. “Laney.” Sara’s singsong voice startles me, but I don’t move from my position on the bed—lying down, facing the wall. I’m quite comfortable, thank you very much. “Let’s practice. I want to be confident you understand how to use energy before you leave.” “Oh, yeah, now you care,” I say, picking at nonexistent dirt under my fingernails.
