Kinsley’s POV

“A party?” Terron lingers at the front door, scratching his head.

He flicks a look over his shoulder to me, curled by another raging fire. It’s become my favorite routine at night for the last few days but when Lucas showed up at the door tonight, Terron acted as though that schedule would have to change for tonight.

I rest my head against the couch’s arm, holding a tattered blanket while I wait for Terron to reply. We haven’t been out much, mostly ...