“Too bad they don’t sell them anymore,” Rose said. “Limited edition, you know? That’s why we don’t let new girls into the group. It’d ruin the theme.”
Before I spent too long floundering for a response, Juliette jumped in. “Hey, finish your drinks now anyway, guys. We should probably head over soon.”
The house was an anthill. Everyone at the party seemed to know each other—everywhere I looked was arm-clapping, and lip-reading from across the room, and people putting silent hexes on each other with angry, narrowed eyes. The temperature soared by at least twenty degrees as soon as we walked into the living room, and the air smelled like warm beer and Axe body spray.
Rose had to shout to make herself heard over the music. “I’m gonna go scout.”
With that she was off. To scout for guys, I g
