“Well, Bambi was one,” she replied, trying to maintain her chipper tone.
I shot her an annoyed look.
Her silence was the answer I’d feared.
She didn’t hate the Night Sons like the guy from the library.
It seemed like she wanted to protect them more than anything.
Before I could keep questioning her, someone knocked on the door.
I frowned.
The person on the other side didn’t wait for us to respond. A tall red-haired girl slipped inside like she owned the room. She was gorgeous, like a supermodel.
The moment she came into full focus, my jaw dropped as I stuttered, “You’re?—”
“Adelina Byron,” she said with a smile, like she was used to people reacting the way I just had. “Hi, Daphne’s new roomie, Blair.”
She knew my name.
If I wasn’t freaked out that I was someone’s human version of Bambi, I’d probably have been grinning like an idiot that the president’s daughter knew my name.
Adelina Byron was the most famous first daughter in modern history. I’d seen her face a thousand times online on the news,social media, and magazine covers. In person, she looked even prettier.
Glossy curls spilled over her shoulders in perfect waves, a few strands pulled away from her face and tied with white ribbons. Her outfit was nothing like the polished outfits you saw her wearing at political events.
The baby-blue crop top and pleated skirt didn’t match her public style.
“You ready, babe?” she asked Daphne, stealing the lip gloss from her.
Daphne shook her head. “Five minutes.”
Adelina uncapped the gloss, looking in the mirror as she smeared it over her lips. When she finished, she smacked her lips together and glanced over her shoulder at me. “Do you want to come with us, Blair?”
“Bad idea,” Daphne said quickly with a touch of nervousness. She fluffed her curls and unplugged the curling iron before gesturing toward my uneven ponytail. “Enzo gave her a haircut in class today.” She mimicked snipping with her fingers.
“Shit.” Adelina shot me an apologetic look. “I thought he was skipping that this year?”
“We had high hopes,” Daphne said with a sigh. “But apparently, my new roommate managed to change that.”
From the expressions on their faces, it was clear that my invite had been revoked.
Did that mean Enzo would be wherever they were going?
The guy at the library had said the Night Sons all came from powerful families. No one was more powerful than the president. Adelina’s older brother had to be close to Enzo’s age, and if she was here, I was positive he was too.
Is he also a Night Son?
Daphne stood and forced a smile in my direction. “We’ll be back soon. There’s a movie night in the commons. You should go and meet some of the girls.”
“Okay,” I said while nodding.
But I already knew I wasn’t doing that.
A deep instinct told me these two were my best chance at learning more about the Night Sons.
To learn about Enzo and make sure I didn’t end up a Fawn.
