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Groaning out loud, I walk out of my room and roam across the hallway until I find my way into Milo’s room. He’s snoring loudly, arms wide and legs splayed across his bed.
Without a care in the world.
I smirk. Like he needs any of the space in that giant king-sized bed with his stick-figure ass.
But I don’t want to wake him either.
Suddenly, my eyes land on a piece of paper lying on his desk. I pick it up and read through it. It’s a party at the Skull & Serpent Society with a date from ages ago.
Why does he have this? Did he go there? Or is he keeping it for some other reason?
I pull out my phone and take a pic, immediately opening my files so I can send it to the server, but then I see the picture I took with Rory mere days ago during our weekly get-together, making me stop and stare.
I wish I could’ve prevented this from happening.
That I could’ve stopped my parents and whisked her away before it was too late.
“Trouble sleeping?”
Kai’s voice makes me turn around.
“Nightmares,” I reply, lowering my phone.
He leans against the doorjamb, arms folded. “You do this often?”
“Only when I need it,” I reply, unfazed by his questioning. “But I don’t want to wake him.”
“Interesting …” Kai muses with a smile, and his eyes land on my phone. “How’s Ro doing?”
Shit. He noticed.
“Fine,” I reply, clearing my throat. “I’m doing what I can to keep her safe.”
“That’s good to hear,” he says. He steps forward and snatches the paper from my hand. “Hmm… well, this is even more interesting. A party from long ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.”
“You went there with Milo?” I ask.
“Only to check out the chicks. Wild night,” Kai replies, folding his arms again. “But now that I’m thinking about it … a party like this could prove useful.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Lots of booze, lots of people,” he says. “That’s a toxic combination.”
My eyes narrow. “Get to the point.”
He leans in, grinning like a motherfucker. “This entire school is filled with rich kids. Think about all the bags left unchecked … bags we could rifle through for cash.”
Now he’s talking my language. “Go on.”
“People who are too drunk to care won’t notice some missing jewelry or cards,” he says, staring at the paper with a glimmer in his eyes. “It’s perfect.”
“So you want to throw a party? Where?”
He shoves the paper into my chest. “Right. Here.”
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Lana
