Kenna
“I’m going back to Crescent Falls at the end of the week,” Sydney says over the rim of his whiskey glass, his blue eyes a stark contrast to his all black suit. “To look for Sasha.”
“Ah,” I say, giving him a hard look. “You sure?”
“Am I sure I’m looking for her? Yes. It’s my mission.”
Ryan crosses his arms, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.
Evander leans against one of the enormous black marble columns in the ballroom, his eyes sliding to mine.
There’s barely anyone in here at this point. The musicians are being fed copious amounts of champagne in thanks for their near ceaseless playing over the past four or five hours, and the once riotous crowd has dispersed.
It’s 2:00 A.M. Everyone is going home. Even our family members have retreated to the numerous guest rooms.
So, it’
