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He just gives me a half smile. “Ask Dylan,” he tells me. “If she wants you to know, she can tell you.”
“Well, now I really want to know,” I bark. “I don’t need a team of Pirates invading my house in the middle of the night.”
“If I tell you, you’ll seal it, and Dylan might need to get in for her safety.”
Huh?
“Or get out for her safety,” he adds.
I arch a brow.
But he’s right. I will seal it. I don’t want my brother or his crew finding out and slipping in. Hawke will tell me once Rivalry Week is over.
“So, what’s up?” I ask as I walk to the window and pull aside the curtain. Hopefully he knows to hide his car.
But all I see is Constin leaning on his bike in front of Dylan’s house.
“I understand you were in Frosted the other night?” Hawke announces, browsing the books stuffed in the old curio cabinet meant for fancy china.
“You mean when Dylan disappeared through a wall?”
“Through the mirror,” he corrects. “Please keep that to yourself, okay?”
“You thought I would share that with the Rebels?”
I would never put Quinn’s business, or my family’s safety, at risk. And I certainly wouldn’t tell anyone, no matter how much I trusted them, before talking to Dylan about it.
I release the curtain and turn toward him. “So only our family knows about it then?”
“Some Pirates do.”
“But not me?”
“Man, we would’ve told you,” he retorts, “but it’s not exactly the kind of thing you call to divulge over the phone to someone you’ve barely seen in a year.”
Or to someone playing football for a rival school. “Fine,” I also admit, “And maybe, I would tell Farrow eventually.”
“No, fuck, please don’t do that.”
With the way his face scrunches up in disgust, I can tell he doesn’t think much of Farrow Kelly. I laugh quietly, because Farrow’s never going to be far away, I don’t think,and Hawke will have to contend with him more than he yet realizes. I glance at the Green Street tattoo on Hawke’s neck, which I learned he only has so they would let him have Aro without any more grief. “We’ll revisit this discussion another time,” I say.
He pulls a book off my shelf, holding upAlgorithms to Live By. “Can I borrow this?”
“Sure.”
It’s his dad’s anyway.
“So, what is it?” I ask. “Behind the mirror.”
“Rooms.” He flips through the book. “It’s better to see it rather than try to explain it. But it’s related to the story of the house next door.”
I wonder how much of that story is true. Everyone made a big deal about Dylan staying there, enough to keep me up most of her first night here to watch the house, but it’s been almost a week and no ghosts.
Every story starts somewhere, though, and the idea of secret rooms between Rivertown and Quinn’s shop is intriguing.
“Fill me in after the game then,” I tell him.
I need to concentrate right now.
