Everything seemed all well and good at that moment. Fin delivered a small welcome speech, he opened the floor for games and dancing, and everyone ate and drank. Before I knew it, even I—who had only started to get used to their kind of parties—was having fun. There was this one point when I looked around and caught myself thinking, “This isn’t so bad.”
The Stupid Pack hadn’t been clashing with my friends and Maria’s head rarely went red with anger at the sight of them. Fin looked the happiest I’d ever seen him, and he and my brother seemed to hit it off. And Gareth and I…well, I was starting to think he wasn’t half bad at all.
Everything was going so well that night, that I chose to let my guard down when Fin offered me a drink. “Just one for the birthday boy?” he had pouted, and everyon
