What were the Dumont brothers doing with my friends? I kicked myself as I considered the possibilities-and failed to realize I should have been watching the clubhouse for them to leave as well as enter. We could have had the pair of them instead of now chasing them for the second time that night, this time in worse company.

At least in my opinion.

I was so grateful for the chance to focus on a disaster I eagerly dove into the veil, almost forgetting Charlotte who lunged ...