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There will always be an us. This destroys Lily. Lo is newly sober, but is determined to be there for Lily no matter what. He is her rock.
The couple is on spring break vacation with the rest of the gang for a good part of the book. It brings new challenges for Lily and Lo and gives you more time with the other characters as well. The best part about this one… dual pov! It was great being in both of their heads and I think it added so much more to the story. Should I wait in it?
I press send. My phone pings. I gave ur name to the bouncer. Eyes zone in on me like lasers finding a target. The hot judgment sears my skin but I try to waft it off.
Keeping my focus only on the bouncer—big, burly with tattoos that decorate his bulging muscles.
I clear my throat as the bouncer eyes my suitcase. Thora James. I fish out my wallet from a pocket of my suitcase and pass him my license, hot sweat glistening my forehead. I wipe it with my forearm and peek at the door behind him, the unknown tossing my stomach. The bouncer crosses my name off his list, and then pushes the large black door open. Groans fill the air. You better be a fucking dancer or something! The door closes behind me, plunging me into darkness. The faint sound of a thumping bass fills the otherwise silent room.
I guess there are curtains somewhere for an entrance. I take a few cautious steps forward and notice the outline of fabric, shielding my view of the club. The music grows as I walk closer, and when my hand brushes against the soft velvet curtain, pulling it aside, I finally see The Red Death in all its glory.
Flashing red lights illuminate the packed bar in the back left. Everything else is in near complete darkness. Except for the glow necklaces.
Every person wears one, brightening their faces. A young woman in a slim, tight-fitted purple dress mans a podium. She wears a green glow necklace, her arms layered with neon bracelets. Is it a weird cover charge? Instead of cash, I have to tell her my relationship status?
The longer I take to respond, the more her brows knot in aggravation.
Her eyes widen like what was that? And she passes me a blue glow necklace. More people start to push through the curtains, easily snatching a necklace from the hostess.
So I take mine without question and hightail it to the crowded bar. My heart drills into my ribcage. I hate looking lost, like a tourist—or worse, a goldfish slowly flapping and gasping for air outside of its bowl. So I stand taller, straighter. No more curved shoulders. And I roll my suitcase like I have important places to be.
I march straight to the crowded bar. My suitcase bumps into a dancing couple. Important people can still apologize. The girl gives me a royal stink-eye. I wonder if my RBF is flaring up. I scoot near the bar, unable to reach the stools just yet. I crane my neck and scope out the bartenders.
Within a couple minutes, my anxiety pops. I spot her loose braid, her green glow necklace on her mane of pretty curls, like a crown. Her lips are bright yellow with pink eye shadow just as bold. I take this moment to text Shay: And pretty cool from what I can tell. In seconds, he replies: Still, keep your guards up. Stay safe. I try and fail to scoot my suitcase closer to me.
The hard frame hits a guy in the ass. He gives me a world-class glower for the accidental assault.
Under the watchful eyes of the mages, they are taught to use magic to bring order to a chaotic world. But now the chaos is fighting back. Call, Tamara, and Aaron should be worrying about things like pop quizzes and magic contests. Instead, after the shocking death of one of their classmates, they must track down a sinister killer… and risk their own lives in the process. As Call, Tamara, and Aaron discover, magic can only be as good as the person who wields it.
In evil hands, it has the capacity to do immeasurable harm, unless it is stopped in time. He didn't succeed. Now Call is one of the most feared and reviled students in the history of the Magisterium, thought to be responsible for a devastating death and an ever-present threat of war.
As a result, Call has been imprisoned and interrogated. Everyone wants to know what Constantine was up to-and how he lives on.