Chapter 30Dakota stood at the front of the room, her hands poised on her pulpit. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing a new tattoo on her forearm opposite the key. A lock. Her first key now had its place, and though still a little raw and red, it was perfect. Beautiful.
Felicity almost turned around to go home. She’d wanted to come to the Trivia Night for so long, figuring it to be a neutral point between them. She could slip into the back, like she was now, and watch before she made her move. Maybe Dakota was no longer mad. Maybe they could pretend the fight never happened. But the tattoos revealed the truth of the fight: Dakota didn’t need her anymore. She’d made her home for herself in herself.
She was about to turn when Denis called out to her. “Felicity?”
“Hey,” she said with a sm
