Dylan's POV
I don’t know why I try to stop Anna when she turns to leave. Maybe part of me doesn’t want to be alone. Or maybe it’s the other part—the part clawing its way to the surface—that wants to keep her close because of what the Tanlistan said.
The logical thing, the normal me, would’ve walked her out the second she stepped into my room. That’s how I’ve handled things in the past—keep it clean, simple, no mess. But instead, I offered her a chair. Told her to sit. Why the hell did I do that?
I don't have time to unpack it, because just as I drift into my thoughts, a sharp voice slices through my mind like a whip.
“You crazy b***h!”
Miley.
My heart skips, and when I snap my head toward the door, I see them—Anna, Miley, and Vanessa—standing right at the threshold. Before I can mov
