Sixteen
I peer through the ornate double doors and scan the crowded hall for the guy who is going to be in big trouble when I find him. My eyes brush over the groups of parents, mentors, and trainees, but I don’t see Ryn anywhere. Where the freak is he?
I step back into the hallway and lean against the wall. One part of me is worried about him, but another, larger part is definitely still furious. Everyone is supposed to have a date to this thing, and now I have to walk in there alone.
I do my best to act invisible as a group of my classmates walks past me. Guys in suits and girls in—just as Raven predicted—big puffy dresses. I don’t think they even noticed me standing there. “I’m taking bets,” one of them says from just inside the doorway. “Who’s your money on? Ryn or Vi?”
Yeah, they
