American Pie: Reunion Novels & Stories

“Honestly, why do you let the aura-less freak wreck your table's aesthetic?” “Because someone has to hold my things,” Camilla said, clinking glasses with her. “And tonight especially. If I find my mate, I don't want to be juggling bags when he shows up.” “Right, tonight's the night!” the friend squealed. “Have you seen the VIP balcony? The Apex Predators are already up there.” The girl's eyes drifted upward before she could stop them. The three of them stood near the chrome railing, looking down at the crowd like something separate from it entirely.