Everyone thought I was their goddamn groupie. My gaze returned to Bound. The matching feral grins the trio wore told me they’d read my mind and came to the same conclusion. “Fuck you,” I blurted unapologetically. “You might as well,” Loren retorted with a shrug and a snort. “Everyone already thinks you are. Congratulations, groupie. Now you’re a part of the band.”
