it wasn’t really a desk anymore. She’d transformed it into a vanity of sorts, with a massive lighted mirror and more makeup and hair products than I’d ever seen outside of a beauty store. “Where have you been?” she clipped. I blinked a few times as I crossed to my bed, setting down the bags and sliding off my backpack. “Uh, I went to get my books and to the library. Did we have plans I didn’t know about?” Delaney’s jaw tightened, her mouth barely opening as she spoke. “I heard you had coffee with Knox Gallagher this morning.”
