*LEAVE. NOW*
CHAPTER TWELVE: Leave! NOW!
Tyler's POV
I needed air. Or at least a moment away from that circus at the table. Allie’s nostalgia, Megan’s sharp little jabs, and Flora showing up looking like she’d robbed a Victorian funeral home—it was too much. I excused myself and headed down the long hallway toward the private dressing rooms.
That girl.
The thought kept circling in my head. When she’d first walked up to the table in that ridiculous black velvet dress with the high collar and dark lipstick, I’d nearly laughed out loud even though it creeped the s**t out of me. She looked like a goth doll that had escaped a haunted house.
The cross necklace, the silver rings, the way she kept chewing that gum like she was trying to seduce a vampire—it was absurd.
Completely over the
