Long tables filled the main room while music echoed softly through the speakers and food covered nearly every surface available.
For once nobody talked about Raze or snipers or hidden cameras. It almost felt peaceful. Almost.
I sat beside Drake halfway down the table while Casey and Ivy argued across from us over whether burnt garlic counted as cooking.
“It literally tastes like charcoal.” Ivy complained.
“And yet you’re still eating it.” Casey said.
“That’s because I’m starving not because you’re talented.” Ivy said.
Nearby Heath leaned against Marisol while she stole fries directly from his plate without asking.
Brax sat father down talking quietly with Talia while both of them looked suspiciously comfortable together now.
Then Vanessa decided to ruin the atmosphere. Of co
