But the small text falls down from it in columns, too much text for Oliver to have read at the buffet in just the few moments he was there.
The headline must have been enough, but I can’t read it from here, not with it folded and his fingers crinkling the paper.
Dray leans back a step, his frown faint as he considers us, his calculating gaze shifting between us.
Oliver’s exhale trembles with rage. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
The question is growled out, his lips curled and teeth bared.
My shoulders curve inwards, as though I can shrink away from him, that barely controlled rage lashing through him.
His eyes darken into nothing short of threats before he leans over the edge of the table. “Whatthe fuckhave you done?”
Behind him, snowsuits are moving closer.
Serena and Landon approach, their steps slick with the same confusion that has Dray’s brow faintly furrowed.
Asta follows behind them, curiosity luring her in—and fucking Mildred right at her side.
This…
This is really fucking bad.
Not the day, not the morning for the fucking article.
I forgot about it.
I should have stayed in bed.
Courtney should have given me a heads up.
I should never have talked to her.
I should never have gone out to the party—then I wouldn’t have gotten stuck in the blackout.
I’ve been in trouble before… but not like this.
Not with Oliver so furious that, in front of all the faces turned our way in the mess hall, that I’m a bit worried he’s going to literally lunge at me.
His fist trembles on the newsletter.
Serena inches closer to him, her whisper soft, “Oliver—not here.”
Slow, he turns a dark look on her. His jaw is tighter than the ball of lead in my stomach, pulling my insides down.
That look silences Serena.
Her face hardens, but her mouth clamps shut.
Whatever tactics she was about to pull out are cut down. Her face locks.
Before Oliver can finish with that loaded stare on her, before he can turn it back on me—
Eric walks in through the open doors.
Piper rambles on beside him, but the moment his lovely face and his relaxed smile turns on us, the Snakes clustered around the nearest table, Piper is forgotten.
Eric lands his gaze on Asta.
