Add in the fact that Daemon and I hadn’t made up after our major blowout yet and, well, Mondays always sucked. I dropped into my seat, pulling out my massive trig textbook. Carissa eyed me over the rim of her burnt-orange glasses. New ones. Again. “You look absolutely thrilled to be back.” “Whee,” I said unenthusiastically. Sympathy marked her expression. “How…how is Dee? I’ve tried calling her a couple of times, but she hasn’t returned any of my calls.” “Or mine,” Lesa added, sitting down in front of Carissa. Lesa and Carissa had no idea that Adam hadn’t really died in a car accident, and we had to keep them in the dark. “She’s really not talking to anyone right now.” Well, besides Andrew, which was so bizarre I couldn’t even think about it. Carissa sighed. “I wish they had the funeral for him here. I would’ve loved to pay my respects, you know?” Apparently Luxen didn’t do funerals. So we’d made up some excuse about the funeral being out of town and only family could visit.
