Chapter 177

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to make peace with each other. We’re going to at least try to be friends, and we’re going to follow my rules.” I pinch the notebook from Creed’s hands and start with rule number one, my eyes scanning the group one more time before I decide to add: “and no more lies. None. Lies are poison, and even if you think you’re protecting someone with one, you’re not. In the end, it always hurts worse when the truth comes out.”

Nobody says a damn word, but that’s okay, I’m ready.

“So, last year when I decided to take my revenge on you, I made a list …”

Harper's party is being held on a yacht, much like Tristan's party during first year when they burned that beautiful, beautiful book. I try not to think too hard about that incident because, come on, burning a handwritten J.K. Rowling masterpiece is pretty much unforgivable.

“I can't believe you're so organized that you even organize your vengeance,” Zayd murmurs as we move down the