Evie
There was no point resisting Chloe once she had selected a mission. She possessed the focused determination of a military commander and the impulse control of a raccoon inside a convenience store.
I climbed out of bed and changed into leggings and an oversized university sweatshirt. Adrian’s bed remained perfectly made despite the fact that he had apparently slept in it. Mine looked as though a small tornado had become trapped beneath the blankets.
I pulled the comforter into something resembling order, then gave up and followed Moose into the kitchen.
The apartment smelled like coffee and burned flour.
Mason stood over a frying pan with a spatula in one hand and an expression of deep personal betrayal on his face. Three misshapen pancakes lay on a plate beside him. One was nearl
