Page 49 of Craving Venom

I push through the library doors. The second the cold air hits me, I take a deep, shuddering breath.

What the fuck was that?

I let him win.

I let him turn me into this. Some out-of-control, rage-fueled, pathetic version of myself. Jason might have fucked with my head, but I’m the one who just turned into a fucking spectacle.

The door swings open behind me, and I don’t have to turn to know who it is.

Tria sighs. “Jesus Christ, Faith.”

I let out a bitter laugh, rubbing my hands over my face. “Go ahead. Say it.”

She steps beside me, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. “Say what?”

“That I’m crazy. That I need to get my shit together. That I just made a massive fucking fool of myself over some guy who clearly wasn’t worth it.” I drop my hands, tilting my head back to stare at the sky. “Go ahead. I fucking deserve it.”

Tria snorts. “Are you kidding? That was the most badass thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

I blink. “What?”

“Faith, you threw coffee at your not-so dead ex-boyfriend. That’s iconic. I mean, yeah, technically, you were unhinged.” She nudges me. “But you were just giving the universe a little karmic justice.”

I stare at her. “You are such a bad influence.”

She shrugs. “And yet, you’d be lost without me.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I’m heading back to my room. No fucking way I’m sitting through a lecture after that.”

Tria doesn’t even hesitate. “I got you covered.”

I shoot her a look. “You mean, you’ll forge notes?”

She grins. “Obviously.”

“God, I love you.”

“I know.” She winks.

I roll my eyes, but the corner of my mouth tugs up as I turn and head toward my dorm.

By the time I reach my room, I barely manage to toe off my shoes before collapsing onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Fuck today.

I groan and press the heels of my palms into my eyes.

Blindly, I reach for my phone, unlock it, and stare at my messages.

For some reason, my fingers hover over Zane’s contact.

It’s fucking stupid.

I type out a message.

Then delete it.

Then type it again.