Five
“Nothing’s going on,” I insist.
“Right,” Phoebe says with a laugh. “You’re always hanging out in the library and autoporting into your room like the hounds of Hades are at your heels.”
Crap.
She doesn’t miss anything.
The only way to get out of this is to dig in deeper on the library cover story.
I flick a warning glance at Troy. Even he can’t miss the subtle go-along-with-this-or-suffer-dire-consequences look. He shrugs and backs up a step. Smart boy.
Taking a deep breath, I walk up to him, reach down, and take his hand.
“We’ve been trying to keep it a secret,” I explain.
I look up at Troy, trying to bat my lashes like a lovesick schoolgirl. His face turns bright red and his eyes grow so wide I can see white all the way around. Way to sell it.
If he throws up on me a cursed
