Page 330 of Ruthless Court

“Hannah.”

“Laptop charger.”

Noor stands.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“With him?”

I stop.

Fourteen people are staring at me.

Maybe sixteen now.

Someone appeared in the doorway.

Fantastic.

I shove my toothbrush into the bag.

“Basketball boy’s place.”

Nothing.

Not one sound.

Lila’s mouth opens.

Closes.

Opens again.

I should photograph this.

I may never achieve silence in her presence again.

“Tonight?” she finally asks.

“That is generally when overnight bags are used.”

Maeve whispers, “Kane Haverhill?”

I throw in my laptop.

“No. His eighty-seven-year-old grandfather.”

“Hannah!”

“I’m kidding.”

Noor looks like she has stopped processing language.

“You’re sleeping at Kane Haverhill’s?”

“I am sleeping.”