Jenna said as she walked right into my room and flopped onto my bed. “You know saying knock, knock and then walking right into someone’s room is not the same thing as actually knocking and waiting for a reply.” I feigned annoyance at her, even though the truth was I missed her . . . a lot. It felt like we hadn’t had any real girl time in a long while and I had a feeling that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. “Your door was open,” she retorted. “No,” I said as I stuffed the last of my clean laundry into my dresser, “It just wasn’t locked.” “Same thing.” “Not really,” I grumbled. “So . . . you and Bryn are really over, huh?” I froze with my back to her, my heart tripling in time. “Why, what do you know?” Had Bryn already mated with Nala? Wouldn’t I somehow just know? It couldn’t all be over like that . . .
