EDWARD’S POV
One by one, they nod. Some more reluctantly than others. Micro’s the last, his jaw still ticking.
Kaz straightens, keeping a hand on Wendy’s shoulder. “I’ll take her back,” he says. “She’s got practice for her recital tomorrow, and she needs sleep.”
Wendy rises slowly, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She looks at me before she goes. “Take care of her.” Her eyes flick to the couch. “I’ll see her tomorrow.”
“I will,” I say.
They file out slowly after that, Johnny giving my shoulder a squeeze on his way past, Micro pausing at the door as if he wants to say something else before deciding against it. The apartment empties out gradually until it’s just me and Rio left, and I know without asking that he stayed back on purpose.
“Wanna drink something?” I head toward t
