Chapter 62

• I blinked, staring at the person at my door. Who would’ve thought my suggestion would come to life only an hour after I got back to my room? Jude was standing in front of me, impatiently looking down at me. I stepped away and gave him space to enter. When he turned his back to me, heading to my bed, I glanced around my room. I needed something sharp. Or heavy. But in best-case scenario—both.
• “Mackie.” He sat on my bed and patted the spot next to him.
• I approached him with a racing heart and stiffly sat there.