LEXIE
The party had started thinning out properly, the band packing up their instruments and Mrs. Ellis being gently steered home by her son around the third retelling of the goat story, when Mia caught my arm.
"I'm heading back with Crow," she said. "He's insisting on one more dance with some poor stranger before we go."
"Godspeed to that stranger," I said.
"Chaos can walk you," she added, entirely too casually, already backing away toward Crow before I could respond.
I looked over at Chaos, who'd clearly heard the whole exchange and didn't seem remotely bothered by Mia's meddling. "I don't need an escort," I said.
"I know," he said. "I'm offering anyway."
"That's very presumptuous of you."
"I've been told."
I gave up arguing, mostly because I didn't actually want to, and we said
