Page 328 of Ruthless Court
Kane smiles.
“I'm down with that.”
The warmth from the overlook returns straight to my chest.
“Careful, Haverhill.”
“Why?”
I step onto the pavement.
“Let’s see if you can keep up with me.”
His laugh follows me all the way inside.
Chaos reaches me on the second floor.
By the third, I can hear the movie.
Someone screams.
Someone else shouts, “Don’t open the door!”
Then laughter.
I enter Room 308.
Fourteen heads turn.
Maybe fifteen.
I stop.
My room looks like a sleepover exploded inside a used bookstore.
Blankets everywhere.
Pizza boxes.
Popcorn.
Someone is using one of my archaeology books as a coaster.
I immediately rescue it.
“Criminal.”
The guy holding the drink looks confused.
“It was under the cup.”
“That is a nineteenth-century excavation survey.”
“Sorry?”
“Exactly.”
Lila sits upright on my bed.
