THE STREETS WERE FLOODED WITH RAIN, and I expected Noah’s ark to come drifting around the corner at any given moment. The Crow’s Nest was hidden between two tall buildings—a small, derelict-looking bar buzzing with people.
I parked and rushed over to the bar. Silhouettes reflected across the windows, and a pleasant hum echoed from inside. As soon as I stepped through the door, I figured out two things. One, my clothes would smell like cigarette smoke from miles away. Two, with my hoodie, tank top and jeans, I was underdressed. The other students in the bar looked much fancier, with short, skimpy dresses and fashionable tops and pants.
Finding Mary-Ann in the crowd of people wasn’t easy. I spotted one of her friends first, a guy named Zach I’d only met once, who I remembered had an unheal
