Jacob “Which one is yours?” Colson asks, and Zhoron’s dark brows furrow instantly. “I do not have a room,” he answers carefully, confusion clouding his already milky eyes. “But they are all equally furnished. You will be comfortable in any you choose.” I frown and catch Colson do the same. Something about how he’d said…

Josey “DOES ANYONE HAVE SUPER GLUE?!” “MY BOW IS MISSING! WHO TOOK MY BOW!?” “I’M OUT OF SEQUINS! DAMON! WE’RE OUT OF SEQUINS!” “I’VE GOT!” I holler out the door before I slip back into my room. Kai stands just where I left her, caked in baby powder with her arms raised like an awkward…