Lilly’s POV
I’ve never felt this level of rage before. I wake up to Emma’s crusty, gummy lips slammed against mine.
“That dirty dog,” Layla spits, scrubbing our face raw in the sink. “What was she eating? Her mouth smells like rotten eggs!”
“I know! Who the hell knows what kind of disease she just gave us?” I shiver, gagging.
“She smells like actual s**t,” Fiona growls from behind me. “I had to wash my face five times before the film finally went away. I nearly stole Evelyn’s bleach.”
“Wait—she kissed you too?” I whirl around, my stomach churning.
Fiona nods, clearly still disgusted. “Yep. Said it was to distract Ben and Matt long enough for someone to hurt them mid-fight. Thank the heavens it didn’t work.”
“What the hell is happening?” I bark, my pulse racing. “I wake up to Crusty
