LOGINTHE STAKEOUT{Playlist Suggestion: "Obsessed" by Mariah Carey / "Copy of a Copy" by Louis Tomlinson}~ZOE POV~I knew Chelsea was working at The Mirage. I was the one who told her to take the damn money. But I also knew when my best friend was lying to me.For the last week, she'd been... ghostly. She wasn't answering texts until noon. She was skipping our usual coffee runs. And every time I asked how she was getting home from the club at 3 AM, she gave me a different answer."I took the bus.""I grabbed a taxi.""Antonio let me leave early."Bullshit.I checked the bus schedules. The night route doesn't run past 2:00 AM on Tuesdays. And Chelsea is too cheap to pay for a taxi every single night, even with the new paycheck. She's hoarding that cash for Chase's treatments like a dragon on a pile of gold.So, how was she getting home? It was Tuesday night. The air was cold, wet, and smelled like upcoming trouble.I sat in my beat-up Honda Civic, parked across the street from her apartmen
THE GRIND{Playlist Suggestion: "Work Song" by Hozier / "Gasoline" by Halsey}~CHELSEA POV~My feet were bleeding.Okay, maybe not actually bleeding, but it definitely felt like my toes had been put through a meat grinder. I had been in these stupid, mandatory black heels for eight hours straight, walking the concrete floors of The Mirage, dodging grabby hands, checking empty glasses, and fake-smiling until the muscles in my face twitched.It was 3:15 AM.The club was finally dead. The house lights were up....which is always the ugliest part of the night. Without the mood lighting and the fog machines, The Mirage just looked like a big room with sticky floors and expensive furniture stained with vodka.I was wiping down the VIP bar, my movements slow and robotic. My back screamed every time I leaned over."Lynch!"I flinched, dropping the rag. Antonio, the floor manager, was standing by the main exit, looking like he wanted to murder someone. He was holding a black credit card bet
THE CEILING{Playlist Suggestion: "Liability" by Lorde / "Numb" by Linkin Park}~KADE POV~My mouth tasted like cotton balls soaked in rubbing alcohol.That was the first thing. The second thing was the beeping. It was a rhythmic, annoying chirp that felt like it was drilling directly into my skull.I tried to lift my hand to smack whatever was making the noise, but my arm felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I blinked my eyes open. The light was aggressive. Fluorescent. It burned."He's awake."The voice wasn't soft. It wasn't a nurse. It was the voice that usually presided over board meetings and ruined my weekends.I turned my head. My neck cracked.Warren Kingston was sitting in the corner chair. He wasn't looking at me. He was tapping away on his phone, looking spotless in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than the hospital wing we were in."Dad?" My voice sounded wrecked. Like I had been screaming for hours."Surgery went well," he said, not even looking up from his scr
FIRST STEPS{Playlist Suggestion: "Comfort Crowd" by Conan Gray}~MIA POV~If I refreshed the 'Crawford Updates' Twitter page one more time, my thumb was going to fall off.It was 2:14 AM. My roommates, Sarah and Jess, were dead to the world, snoring in a way that usually drove me insane. Tonight, I barely heard it.All I could hear was the rain beating the dorm window and the voice inside my head screaming that everything was going to hell.Kade Kingston: 'Surgery Confirmed.'Rumor Mill: 'Did the Captaincy curse him?'I tossed my phone onto my duvet. It bounced and landed screen-down. Good. I didn't want to look at it anymore. I felt useless. Completely, utterly useless. I was the student trainer....I was supposed to tape ankles and hand out ice packs, not sit here while my friends' lives imploded.And Denver.He hadn't texted back in three hours. Not a "K," not a thumbs up, nothing.I was just about to force myself to close my eyes when a knock sounded. It wasn't a normal knock. It
THE UGLY TRUTH{Playlist Suggestion: "fake smile" by Ariana Grande / "idontwannabeyouanymore" by Billie Eilish}~DENVER POV~The Prescott mansion smelled like vanilla and cold air. It was a museum, not a home. Everything was white, beige, or gold. Even the air felt special. I sat on the edge of Valerie's bed, my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands.I shouldn't be here. I should be at Mercy General. I should be sitting in that waiting room with Knox and Kolt, waiting to hear if my best friend would ever run again.But Valerie had called me in tears. "I can't be alone, Den. I'm so scared for him. Please."So, like the idiot I was, I came. Now, twenty minutes later, the tears were gone. Valerie was in her ensuite bathroom, "freshening up" before we went to the hospital. I could hear her humming. She was humming.I looked around the room. It was perfect. Spotless. A shrine to herself. Photos of her on the vanity. Photos of her on the wall. Even her screensaver on the laptop open on he
THE GATEKEEPER{Playlist Suggestion: "Wait" by M83 / "Exit Music (For A Film)" by Radiohead}~CHELSEA POV~The hospital smelled clean and expensive. This wasn't the busy emergency room where I had stayed up late with Chase. This was the fancy part of Mercy General. The floors were shiny. The lights were soft. It was very quiet.But the fear tasted the same.I walked beside Kolt, my sneakers squeaking faintly on the shiny floor. I was still wet from the rain, my hair a frizzy mess, my black uniform rumpled. Beside me, Kolt looked like a storm cloud in a suit....dark, flammable, and ready to break.We hadn't spoken since we left the club. The almost-kiss moment felt stuffy and serious between us, making it hard to breathe because we both felt guilty.We turned the corner into the private waiting area. Kade's older brother Knox was there, pacing, his tie undone. And sitting in a leather armchair, looking perfectly collected despite the hour, was Warren Kingston.He looked up as we enter







