Roy's POV
When the text came through, I'd been hitting the showers after what was a pretty brutal physical training.
Half clothed in the locker room, staring vacantly at the pin she'd just sent me, I could see the picture of the house they were currently at and immediately wondered why I hadn't just spent the night at her house. Morals and responsibilities be damned, I should have stayed. It made sense for me to assume that Gigi would wind up in a bad situation, especially after last night when she'd proven yet again that she couldn't keep her nose out of trouble. Still, who knew a church goer like Charles would have her ditching school to commit felonies first thing in the morning?
"Yo," Elrond snapped, slapping me on the back, "you good?" No. This wasn't good. Shaking out my hai
