Anwen

Estrella never comes back to my side. At first, I’m worried—did something happen? Has Floyd moved from murder to kidnapping? But I would feel her pain, and I know she wasn’t having a good time. Plus, I’m used to running these events on my own. It’s easier to float through unattached, saying whatever each person needs to hear without worrying about another person keeping up. And Baz needs someone to cart his sorry ass out before he throws up in the punch bowl.

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