HAZEL POV
The silence stretched into the second day, and it was driving me crazy.
By Wednesday night, the campus forum remained completely dead. No new posts, and absolutely no mention of my name. It was like the bikers had completely erased me from the school’s memory.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Mila asked, applying a final layer of red lip gloss in the mirror. She looked stunning in a tight black dress, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves.
"Yeah, come with us, Haze," Winter urged, tossing an arm around my shoulder. She was wearing a matching leather skirt, looking ready to tear up the campus bar crawl. "You’ve been buried in these literature notes for forty-eight hours straight. You need a drink."
"I can't," I said, forcing a small smile as I gestured to the three t
