CHAPTER FIFTY TWO: HAZE

NOVA POV

“Who owns this shirt?”

Lena’s voice cracked through the room like a whip, yanking me out of sleep.

“Are you looking for yours?” Katie groaned, dragging the blanket over her head.

“Who. Owns. This. Shirt.”

Lena’s tone had shifted. no longer annoyed, but deadly calm. The kind of calm that only came before a storm.

“Bitch, shut up. It’s too early.”

“It’s past ten. Rise and shine, motherfuckers.”

I stretched lazily, hoping to ...