Fifteen
Duke
“Duke, get your butt in here!” Alice screams. I’m in the bathroom, but I zip up my pants, throw the door open and skate to her room. On the way, I pick up the bat I keep behind the sofa for emergencies. I wield it before me as my eyes scan her pink walls and queen-sized mattress.
“What’s wrong?”
She turns her laptop around and points to an image of Careena sitting on the bench in her studio. My heart thumps against my chest. Blood rushes to my head, and I wilt against the door as relief pours through my veins.
Alice stares at me with narrowed eyes, not a hint of pity in her expression. “Are you insane?”
I straighten, watching her. Her gaze is spitting flames and her small mouth is puckered in disapproval. She’s insulting me like she would when she’s in the midst of a pan
