CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

Victoria sniffed as she dried up the last of her tears. She felt ashamed that she had been rejected in such a disgraceful way and angry, not with Denver but Claude. How she hated that annoying girl in this very moment.

Deciding that there was no way she was going to be able to face Denver anymore this night, she rolled up her sleeping bag and grabbed her pillow before stalking off to Tasha’s tent. She doubted she was even going to be able to sleep tonight but she still needed her stuff to at least lay on and be miserable and Tasha was her only friend, no, ally in this place.

Tasha jumped at the sound of her tent being opened and glared at Victoria when she came into sight. “You scared me!”

Victoria rolled her eyes, although the sad look on her face remained, “Sure. The great and mighty witch is scared of me.”

“You’re so careless!” Tasha whisper-yelled. “Anyone could be passing and you’re just casually saying that. That must be how Claude knows about me.”

Victoria rolled her eyes agai