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Alec
Age Eighteen
Mmm-psh … Mmm-psh … Mmm-psh!
The beat of this techno music is so loud, I can hardly hear myself think.
I’d turn it down, but this is my party.
And to be honest? Most days, I’d rather not think anyway.
I saunter about Knox’s apartment and work the room. There are kids here from West Lake Prep, which is my Magicorum high school. Some up-and-coming stars and starlets hang by the back wall. And a new heavy metal band from Korea has camped out by the front door. All of them seem at home in what amounts to a concrete room with a great view of Manhattan.
From the corner of my eye, I catch a flash of blonde hair. A band of excitement tightens about my chest.
Is that Elle?
I make my way over to the girl in question. Her back is facing me, but I’m able to slip through t
