Chapter 10: December 30th
I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep, but I wake up in my clothes, on top of my bed, realising that I’ve been trying to stay up in case Tom wanted to come over. But he didn’t. Or maybe he did, and I was asleep. I mean, we should probably talk. He kissed me. I’m not good with signals, like, at all, but this…there are no two meanings to a kiss, right?
There are sounds coming from the kitchen. Maybe Tom’s up. I check myself in the mirror before leaving—there’s no helping the hobo-elf look. Brushing my hair back with my hand, I head for the door.
Tom is there, but so is Theo. Tom is dressed for work and he’s in his assassin mode. His expression is cold, and he avoids looking at me when I come in. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
“Hey Squirt,” Theo says, whe
