RONAN;
I stood leaning against the wall near the back of the party hall, a cold glass in my hand, pretending to sip slowly.
The music filtered in slowly. We all waited for Selene to cut her cake. I didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want anything that made Selene see us as what we were not.
But when she sent me the hotel room number, the one she had booked for me at the hotel where she was having her party, I knew not showing up would be a big deal for her.
But my mind kept drifting back home. To what June might be doing. I had planned on getting her out of her room for something fun this evening.
I mean, that girl could lock herself up for the whole year. What was she doing at this time? Locked up still, or snooping around the kitchen in search of stray cakes? I wish I were there t
