Book 2: Already in Bed

Anwen

Estrella never comes back to my side. At first, I’m worried—did something happen? Has Floyd moved from murder to kidnapping? But I would feel her pain, and I know she wasn’t having a good time. Plus, I’m used to running these events on my own. It’s easier to float through unattached, saying whatever each person needs to hear without worrying about another person keeping up. And Baz needs someone to cart his sorry ass out before he throws up in the punch bowl.

When I’m done depositing him in his room, I hesitate in the hallway. If I turn right, I can head straight for my room and pass out before the meeting about the archery tournament I have tomorrow morning. King Andri’s going to be there, so I have to be on top of it. But if I turn left, the hall will take me to Estrella’s room…

The ball went damn well. We’re making progress, and King Andri seemed about as pleasant as he ever is. I deserve a reward. And to make sure Estrella really is just