“Layla!”
The familiar voice cuts me off.
I look up.
To my surprise, Eliot is weaving through the crowd with one hand raised high above his head.
I grin and wave back.
He closes the distance, still waving like we haven’t seen each other in years. Now that I think about it, it kind of feels that way.
It’s been forever since the whole group was actually together. Between everything with my parents, Amber, and Edward’s family apparently competing for the most secrets kept by one bloodline award, I’ve barely had the chance to catch up with Wendy or Charlotte.
I even heard through text that Rio and Charlotte finally marked each other. About time.
Eliot finally reaches me, tilting his head with a grin.
“Miss Foster.” He gives me an exaggerated once-over. “Didn’t think you were still in C
