For ten minutes, they don't say a word. They just sit back, drink their beers, and let the sheer, ridiculous noise of the apartment wash over them. After twelve hours of wherever they’ve been, doing whatever they’ve been doing, they seem to need to just watch us be completely, unreservedly happy.
"Look at them," Mayhem mutters to Locke, a dark chuckle stirring in his chest as Jade tries to execute a moonwalk on polished hardwood. "They're completely wrecked."
"They're safe," Locke says softly. His gaze never leaves my face, warmer now, amused and dark enough to make my stomach do a slow, dizzying flip. “They’re here.”
“Are you learning any new moves?" I call out to him over the music, doing a ridiculous shimmy. “I’m a great teacher!”
Jade, emboldened by the audience, decides it’s time
