I couldn’t remember the last time the bar stayed open past midnight, but here we were, twenty minutes to two and the last group had only just left. The floors were sticky from the alcohol and the fridges were empty.
I hadn’t seen the back of those fridges for a long time.
“Thanks so much, Caspian.” I hoped he understood just how grateful I was. “I know it was a long night, so please, go home and get some rest.”
He yawned. “You sure? What about the clean-up?”
“Yes, I’ll deal with it. Go, go sleep.”
“Oh, I will.” He gave me a thumbs-up. “The party was killer.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” I drummed my hands on the bar, a little hyperactive from all the energy drinks and coffee I’d drank to keep me going. “Hey, where’s Quinn? She seemed in a strange mood at the end.”
Caspian shrugged. “I think
