Hailee's POV
I frowned at him. Why was he here? He was the last person I wanted to see right now. Honestly, if I had the strength, I would've told him to turn around and go right back to wherever the hell he came from. But I knew he wouldn't.
So I didn't bother. Instead, I inhaled deeply, turned away, and walked up the stairs toward my room. Of course, I heard his footsteps following right behind me. He was always like this—persistent, annoying, and way too involved in things that didn't concern him.
I pushed open the door to my room and went straight to my bed. I sat down heavily, not even bothering to change clothes. My limbs were heavy. My heart heavier.
He stood in front of me, arms crossed like some soldier waiting to scold me. I didn't look at him.
"What is it?" I muttered, my voice low and flat.
He didn't answer immediately. But when he did, his tone was sharp. "They're angry."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Tell them I don't care. And it doesn't concern them."
