Chapter 23
POV: Damian
Starting a harmless prank war against Emma Brooks was, in theory, an excellent idea.
In practice...
Brookside Apartments had picked sides.
I discovered this at breakfast.
The first clue was my coffee.
I took one sip and nearly spat it back into the mug.
It was painfully sweet.
I blinked at the cup.
"I don't even own sugar."
A laugh drifted through my open window.
Leo was standing in the courtyard below, holding up both hands.
"Don't look at me!"
"I wasn't."
"You were thinking about it."
"I am now."
He grinned and jogged away.
Suspicious.
Very suspicious.
When I stepped outside, Noah rode past on his bicycle.
He rang the bell twice.
"Ding means Team Emma!"
He rang it again.
"Ding ding means good luck!"
Then he disappeared before I could ask wh
