Chapter 230

“It's just more Infinity Club bullshit,” Tristan says, his voice as smooth as cognac, settling over me in a cool wave. “It doesn't matter. I'll sleep at the homeless shelter if I have to.”

You wouldn't survive a single night, I think as I narrow my eyes and unscrew the cap on my drink.

“There's no reason for that. You can stay with me for the rest of the summer.”

“Wait, what?” Zayd asks as I stand up. I give him a frosty look.

“Well, he has to stay somewhere, doesn't he? I guess he'll be just steps away from my bedroom door for the next few months.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Zayd inserts, holding up his hands and backpedaling a little. “Of course he can stay with me. We're almost sorta, kinda friends.”

“I wouldn't go that far,” Tristan says, narrowing his eyes and sighing. He looks almost as tired as Windsor. I swallow hard and lick my lips, drawing his attention up to me. There's this strange, silent communication that passes between us. Breakfast when