I was in full-blown tantrum mode. There was a panic in my chest… how am I supposed to survive without work and without weed?? Peeking over my shoulder, I saw Gabe half-watching me as I shuffled through my drawers for clean clothes.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, as if he saw the hint of mischief in my eyes.
Gabe always was a good mind reader.
“What, are my impure thoughts also off limits?” My tone was as close as I could muster to how violet’s would be, but Gabe didn’t take the bait.
