~Denzel
Laurent froze halfway to the door.
“Who could that be?” he muttered.
I didn’t say anything. I just looked around for a hiding spot. Ivelle was already wide-eyed, her hands clutching the blanket she’d been sitting on.
“Hide,” Laurent said, low and even.
She ducked behind the cupboard again, folding herself in badly. I slid under the bed, dragging a sheet halfway down to hide the obvious gap. My chest brushed the wooden slats above me; I could hear my own heartbeat.
Laurent straightened, walked to the door, and opened it like nothing was wrong.
Two guys who I assumed were his roommates burst in, loud enough to wake the dead.
“Laurent!” One of them grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “You should’ve come with us, man! That party was insane—two people got expelled, three got
