Me.
I didn’t fight it.
Didn’t pull away.
Because after what had just happened at the Dairy Bar, I wasn’t exactly eager to put distance between us.
The common room was packed.
Every member.
Every ol’ lady.
Lark stood near Oliver, arms crossed, her eyes darting around the room like she was trying to figure out if she should be impressed or terrified.
Probably both.
I tightened my hold on Jude’s hand as we stepped further inside.
Wrecker stood at the front of the room.
Not relaxed.
Not joking.
Not the guy I’d seen joking with Alice or rolling his eyes at her chaos.
This version of him?
This was the President.
Pipe stood near the wall, arms crossed, looking way too pleased with himself.
I followed his line of sight.
The cameras.
Dark.
Dead.
Disconnected.
“Before anyone asks,” Pipe said, pushing off the wall slightly, “yes, I cut the power to the cameras.”
A few murmurs moved through the room.
Star leaned against the back of one of the couches, arms crossed.“My mom’s going to catch on that the club is having this many power outages,” she said, her tone dry.
A couple people chuckled.
Pipe grinned.“Well, I’ll keep doing it until Mac catches on,” he shot back.
That earned a few more laughs.
Wrecker didn’t smile and didn’t react at all.He just looked out at all of us.And when he spoke, the room went completely silent.“We thought we were out of the woods,” he said.“But we’re not.”
The words settled over us like a weight.
