The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 2

** Poppy’s POV ** Leo sets a glass down in front of me far more carefully than necessary. He’s slow, deliberate, as if he’s half expecting it to explode the second it leaves his hand. My eyes flick to Jake across the kitchen, only to catch him watching me too. The rest of the day passes in a strange sort of blur. Not peaceful exactly, just careful. Like everyone is moving around me with one eye on the nearest breakable object and the other on my face, waiting for me to either explode or start speaking in creepy riddles. Which is a bit rude, but probably necessary. I want to see Paige, to sit in front of her and tell...