Chapter 15

• The bathroom stank of bleach and stale air, but all I smelled was betrayal. My lips curled into a humorless grin. “Unbelievable. The genius behind the posters was standing right here all along.” My laughter sounded wrong in the echo of the tiled room—half feral, half broken.
• The door opened and a boy shuffled in, freezing at the sight of me, Brooke Leclair, and one of the Reyes twins cornered together. He hesitated, then quickly ducked his head, muttering something under his breath as he went to the urinal. His gaze flicked back once, full of curiosity. Of course he’d wonder why Brooke and I were tearing into each other in the guys’ restroom.
• Zane—or was it Jace?—held his hands up in surrender. His voice was calm, too calm. “You’re aiming at the wrong person, Ayla.”