“You slut! How dare you say the people in these photos aren’t you!”
Clare’s shrill voice cut through the hall like a knife. She raised her hand violently, and the stack of photos scattered into the air, fluttering down like dirty snow. Some slapped against Hazel’s shoulders, some hit her face, others slid to the floor.
One photo drifted slowly and landed right at Logan’s feet.
It showed Hazel’s face clearly, her arm slung over a boy’s shoulder in a pose that looked intimate and explosive.
The air around Logan instantly turned heavy.
His breath grew cold, and his sharp gaze lifted, piercing straight through Hazel like ice.
Hazel bent down and picked up the photo.
She stared at it carefully.
The face was hers. She recognized it immediately. It was from the group photo shoot last seme
