She smirked, a flicker of her usual fire. “Yeah, and you’re stuck with me. Now, I need a shower. And you’re coming with me.” I raised an eyebrow, trying to deflect. “That an invitation, baby?” She rolled her eyes, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom. “In your dreams, perv. I’m not let
Peter POV The taxi ride to my apartment was a slow descent into hell, the Manhattan skyline flashing past like a taunt, each neon light a reminder of the fight I wasn’t having. Annie sat beside me, her hand clamped around mine, her soft blue eyes boring into me like she could see the storm raging i
I took his hand, but my stomach twisted. It was Friday, which meant I was supposed to head home for the weekend, back to the Davies’ estate in the suburbs. I thought Peter would take me home, but as we stepped out into the cool night air, he flagged down a taxi, the yellow car pulling up to the curb
Annie POV The Electric Pulse was still alive with music and flashing lights, but the corner where Peter and I sat felt like a bubble of tension, cut off from the pulsing crowd. My heart was still racing from Caleb’s outburst, his drunken accusations echoing in my head—you’re the ruin of us, Annie.
Annie POV The air in The Electric Pulse was thick with the thump of bass and the haze of spilled drinks, but it all faded to a dull roar as Caleb’s words cut through me like a knife. He stood in front of our corner couch, swaying slightly, his beer bottle dangling from his hand, his eyes wild with
But the weight in my chest wouldn’t stay gone. My eyes kept drifting to the edges of the room, half-expecting to see Abby’s face in the crowd, even though I knew she was miles away, probably packing up her life at the Pritchards’ mansion. I faltered, my steps slowing, and Peter noticed immediately.