Shh, I’m sleeping.
Carly
What? You could have responded in the morning!
Pandora
Well, I’m awake now. Yeah, I’d love coffee. Should I bring Echo?
Carly
I don’t think snakes drink coffee
Pandora
You don’t know that! Who’s the snake expert?
Carly
Not you, apparently.
Hope you had fun at the club! I’m going to sleep now.
I let out a small, relieved sigh.
Okay. At least one person doesn’t hate me right now.
That counts for something.
22
BLAZE
Pandora
How many frat guys does it take to turn on a girl in a nightclub?
Blaze
None, she’s wet as soon as she walks in the door.
Pandora
No! That’s not how the joke goes!
Two. One to keep her from stabbing someone, the other to finger her in the middle of the dance floor.
But three would have been better.
We might even have managed to get a cock in me with three guys to shield me from view.
Hello? That was funny. Or infuriating. You’re supposed to text back.
After that, Pandora sends a picture of a disposable coffee cup with the logo from the on-campus coffee shop, and the name “Pandaro” written on it.
I roll my eyes and set the phone aside. Normally I’d banter back, but I’m not in the mood.
My dad had sent a long, angry email about Zayden. About how I need to step up and help Ezio find him. About how Zayden’s parents are people we want on our side. About how Zayden’s disappearance—and the disappearance of those files—makes us look weak.
