Cecily off before she can reply and continue focusing on her friend. “Why don’t you admit you feed off her and offer little to nothing in return?” Moisture rims Ava’s eyes and she stares at Cecily, but then she lowers her head without saying anything and slurps from her drink. “Jeremy!” Cecily mutters under her breath. “If you make her cry, I’ll spend the night in the dorm. Think of that before you say anything else.”
