Book 3: A Creak in the Night

Tristan

Mark has never been one to have a poker face, and right now it’s obvious he is hiding something. Eli looks like he has just seen a cat bark. I look at both men and wonder what is going on.

“Why are the two of you chasing each other in the hallway?” Reece asks, flying through the door.

“Who is with Rose?” I ask before they can answer.

“Adam and Shelby,” he assures us. “I heard a commotion.”

“I will let Mark here tell us all what he was doing!” Eli announces.

We all dart our eyes toward Mark and wait for him to answer. Mark staggers a bit and still appears to be trying to catch his breath. I wonder if all the basketballs to his head messed up his coordination.

“Nothing happened. Eli, as always, is just making a mountain out of a mole hill,” he finally says.

We all turn to look at Eli whose face is turning red with every word Mark utters.

“Man, are you saying I didn’t just catch you red-handed snuggling with