“Since we’re all here,” Viola announces, cutting through the thick silence, “what do you say we practice?”
Oliver, normally timid around her chaos, steps subtly away from me, a faint blush warming his cheeks. Viola bounces to my side, practically pressed against my arm, eyes sparkling like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Sylas stands in the opposite direction of Viola, slouching toward us with a posture that looks suspiciously like guilt.
“I guess our secret spot is no longer a secret,” Oliver murmurs toward me before Sylas joins us.
“Hey! I was going to say that,” Viola snaps, “Just how many times were you meeting him instead of me?”
“It’s not like that,” I insist, but the heat rushing to my face betrays me instantly.
“Am I last to the party or something?” Sylas asks, dram
