Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“You okay, Serena?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers quietly.
“What’s wrong,” Grinder murmurs to her. The two of them bow their heads and whisper to each other.
Rock claps his hands to take the attention off of them. “Any other suggestions? Murphy, you’ve been awfully quiet.”
“We missed most of the party.” Murphy shrugs. “But what we saw looked good.” He glances at Heidi and raises an eyebrow.
“The new place is really great, Rav,” Heidi adds with more enthusiasm than her husband. “I hope you saved all those decorations. The graveyard was perfect.”
“We did!” Ravage sits up. “All boxed up in the basement for next year.”
“Wrath?” Rock asks. “Thoughts?”
“You gonna let us borrow Furious again?” Dex asks.
The answer’s yes. But I pretend to think it over. “I might be open to it.”
Trinity smacks my leg. “You loved it.”
“I loved your decorations.” I nod to Bricks and farther down the table where Scribbles is sitting. “Jake and I made sure all your artwork was safely stored for next year.”
“Thanks,” Scribbles mumbles. Poor kid hates having attention on him.
“All right. I think we’re done,” Rock says. “Thanks, everyone.”
The chatter increases as everyone breaks into smaller groups to catch up with each other.
I walk over to Rock and Hope’s end of the table. “Why so quiet, Cinderella?”
She shrugs. “I think you covered all of it.”
“Are you suuuure?” I ask, drawing out the question. “I’m surprised you didn’t suggest better locks for the bedrooms at the new clubhouse.”
She glares at me.
Rock kicks my leg.
“All right. Stop causing trouble.” Trinity slides up next to me and takes my hand. “Time to go home.”
“So soon, Angel Face?”
“Yes, Wrecking Ball.”
“Before I wreck you,” Rock warns.
Trinity and I circle the room, saying goodbye to everyone before leaving.
“Think you’ll be an angel for me again next year?” I ask Trinity. “You kept that red suit, right?”
“Of course I did.” She curls her arms around my forearm and snuggles up to my side. “I don’t have to wait for Halloween to wear it again, though.”
“How about now?”
“I could be convinced.”
Together, we step out of the clubhouse and into the chilly November night and head toward home.