“Come on!” Loren begged. “It’s her first day on campus. You really think she’s going to go to a party tonight?”
I dragged my hand over my face. We’d been at this for the last half-an-hour. Loren was beginning to bog me down.
“It’s not Amara,” I said for the hundredth time. “It’s going back to that stupid house with those stupid people.”
“But it’ll be different,” Loren tried. Again. “We’re bringing our own drinks. Maximus said he’d be on the lookout and Jeckell is gone.”
“Doesn’t mean there’s others that won’t try the same s**t,” I palmed my face. “Really, Loren. All I want to do is read my tacky romance novel and go to bed.”
I turned back to the book in my hands. It was something I’d picked up from the “free” part of the library that afternoon. A cliché novel about mermen and sirens.
