Val's P.OV

Brielle’s declaration hung in the air, a spark thrown into the tinderbox of our collective high. The remnants of pizza and the fizzy afterglow of victory made the idea of venturing out feel both extravagant and utterly necessary.

Talia and I exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between us in the span of a heartbeat.

Her raised eyebrow asked,

Are we really doing this?

My slight grin answered,

How can we not?

The energy in the room was too potent to let ...