Max’s POV:
The door clicks shut behind us.
I don’t hear a word Marco says after that.
All I hear is Cassidy’s voice in my head.
And the exact look on her face when we walked out.
I stop halfway down the steps.
“…We just left her.”
No one answers immediately, which tells me everything.
Francesco exhales beside me. “Yeah.”
I drag a hand through my hair, already regretting every decision I’ve made in the last thirty seconds. She was already wound up — I knew she was — and then we just walked out like nothing happened.
Cassian rubs his face. “That was bad.”
“That was catastrophic,” I correct.
Enzo glances back at the house. “She thinks we ditched her.”
We did ditch her.
Alex keeps walking a few steps ahead, focused on Marco, but I know him well enough to see the tension in his sh
