Chapter 128 Tingles, Oh The Good Old Tingles

• Sheila POV
• Tracy mutters beside me, “That was low. Very low.”
• Yes, it was. But that’s Alina. The only way out is learning to live with her, to put up with her crudeness. Jace is living with it too. Watching her walk away, her hips swaying this way and that, laughing at nothing in particular, I can feel the blood returning back to my face. Alina wanted to ruin the day for me but I passed.