C27 Mean Girl's Secret

Vee Hale stirred on the couch with a low groan, her perfectly highlighted hair matted with dried blood. Elara knelt beside her, pressing a fresh cloth to the gash on her forehead while Jax stood over them like a shadow, arms crossed and eyes hard. The motel room smelled of antiseptic and tension. Vee blinked slowly, then winced as reality returned.

"What the hell happened?" she rasped