Imani's POVThe pounding in my skull was like the bass of last night's music still playing in my head. I groaned, pressing a pillow over my head, trying to block out the sunlight spilling through my curtains.My mouth felt like cotton, and my throat dry sand, reminding me that I had let June convince me into going to the cursed party in the first place.This might even be the last and ever party.A knock came in.“Imani Grayson,” A familiar, deep angry voice snapped through the door.My heart stuttered and my eyes widened. “Tyrique.”I sat up too quickly, wincing as the room turned around me as if I drank alcohol and I was just recovering from a hangover. “Oh, no,” I muttered under my breath.The door burst open before I could even respond. My brother's presence filled the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, and fuming. His jaw was tight, arms crossed like he was trying to stop himself from throwing something. Behind him, June stood awkwardly, eyes down, her fingers twisting around the h
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