Sienna

Ava’s voice broke the air like a knife.

“Uh… restroom… where’s the restroom—”

Before I could even move, she staggered forward, one hand clamped over her mouth. She didn’t even look straight at us. Her gaze was glassy, unfocused, like she saw bodies moving but couldn’t place who they belonged to.

Then she bolted.

The sound of her retching in the bathroom made my whole body go cold.

Jaxon jerked away from me, eyes wide. “Shit.” He dragged his shirt down, grabbed ...