“Have you seen Iggy?” I asked. “He wasn’t at breakfast.”
Trix blinked slowly and nodded. Then she shook her head. “Nah. Not this morning.”
“So . . . do you know where he is?”
“Probably still in bed,” she shrugged. “We had a late night.”
My stomach dropped.
A late night. And they looked like that...
I turned and ran into the hotel.
“Bye, then!” Trix called after me, giggling.
I didn’t look back. Didn’t wave or slow down. My palms were slick with sweat, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. When I reached the elevator, I mashed the call button like I was mid-five-on-five inLeague of Legends.
It took an eternity.
The moment the doors opened on the fifth floor, I bolted. I barely registered the numbers on the doors, just followed the memory of the room Clara had pointed out to me yesterday.
Five-one-three.
I knocked.
Nothing.
I knocked again. Harder. And again, until the door finally swung open and Iggy filled the doorway.
Relief crashed into me first.
Then it shattered.
His hair was freshly dyed, the honey-blond roots gone, replaced by the perfect shade of pink. It was a tangled mess. His skin looked washed out, almost grey. Dark shadows bruised the skin beneath his bloodshot eyes, and his lips were dry enough to split.
“Bodhi,” he breathed, smiling. But it was tight. Fragile. Nothing like his usual grin. “Come in.”
He stepped aside, and as I followed him into the room, the smell hit me. That same herby, smoky scent that had clung to Trix and Bella
Iggy collapsed onto the edge of the bed like his legs had given up on him and looked up at me.
I stared.
Those green eyes that usually caught the light like emeralds looked dull now. Muddy. Browned over with exhaustion. He lifted a hand to scratch at his jaw, and I saw the tremor in his fingers.
“Iggy,” I whispered, my eyes burning. “What did you do?”
He frowned and tilted his head. “What are you on about?”
His voice was hoarse. Raw, like after a concert. Or too many joints.
I leaned back against the dresser and dragged a hand down my face.
“I saw Bella and Trix.”
His eyes widened, and the sharp inhale he took told me everything before he said a word.
“They said you had a good night together,” I continued. “But they looked pretty hungover.”
