Glass after glass of expertly mixed cocktails appeared before me. Willow, propped on her elbows, watched with starry-eyed anticipation, waiting for my verdict.
I’d sampled a few already, pleading with her between sips. “Good girl, can we save the rest for next time? I’m gonna get drunk if I keep going.”
She studied my flushed cheeks, a reluctant nod finally sparing me. I knew how much she craved this—us, reveling together. We’d been best friends since our cub days, but the teenage antics girls shared had always eluded us. Henry’s rules kept me chained to school and home, nowhere else.
Willow knew the horrors I faced there. Once, she’d begged me to sneak out my window for a night of adventure—forest explorations, pillow-talk secrets. But Henry caught us. He’d swooped in, all false warmth
