Chapter 88
Wing knew he was next in line for the prophecy, well, sort of. But it didn’t explain why he had to be the one to do it. When he looked up, he saw everyone gathered in Slaine’s apartment, which was rare, but he could feel all their eyes on him and looked down at his phone again—specifically, his and Cairo’s text messages. They had spoken a little over five months ago; he had never had the heart to block him, just in case. If Cairo decided to text him to explain everything, maybe something else was at play, but no. He had received nothing and was left looking at their last messages. Wing: Can you buy me some pens? Cairo: Wut colur> ? Wing: Black Cairo: ? “Don’t,” Thorne deadpanned. “It won’t work.” “Now you’re speaking to me?” he whispered, looking over at his best friend,
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