SUMMER
Every muscle in my body locked.
My hands went cold. My breath went shallow. The glass in my hand trembled, just slightly, and I tightened my grip to stop it.
Finn and Cara moved through the garden entrance like they owned it.
He walked the way he always walked — unhurried, shoulders back, taking up space as a form of communication. Cara was beside him in something black and expensive, her dark hair pinned up, her expression sharp with the particular delight of someone who had arrived at a party they hadn't been invited to and was enjoying every face that turned their way.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Summer Henley.” Finn smirked. They were heading directly toward us.
Rhett moved before I fully registered what was happening. One moment he was beside me, two glasses in his han
