Disappeared.
Came back.
That’s the worst thing anyone’s ever said to me.
I grinned at my phone like an idiot.
Jace saw it and looked personally offended.
“Oh, he’s gone.”
“Relax.”
“No, because this is how horror movies start.”
Eli parked outside Nolan’s building. “Can we survive one night without Mason developing emotional issues?”
“Too late,” Jace said.
We climbed out into cold night air while music echoed from the apartment complex three floors up.
Already packed.
Of course.
Basketball wins basically turned Blackthorne into a drinking problem with school funding.
The second we walked in, noise hit full force.
Bodies everywhere.
Liquor everywhere.
Someone definitely making out against the kitchen counter already.
Niko appeared holding tequila shots before I even got fully inside.
“My captain!” he yelled dramatically.
“Jesus Christ.”
“You disappeared after the game.”
“I went home.”
Niko looked horrified. “Alone?”
“Believe it or not, some of us enjoy silence.”
“That sounds fake.”
Jace grabbed two shots immediately. “Where’s the journalist?”
I looked around automatically before catching myself.
Bad sign.
Very bad sign.
