"FUCKING TWAT!"

Cade:

There is so much blood.

The metallic copper scent clings to my clothes, drowning out the expensive air freshener pumping through the cabin of our private jet. Just an hour ago, that same blood coated the mirrored floor of the dance studio. The blue-haired kid at the front desk—Nico, I think his name was—took one look at Elara bleeding all over Kaelen’s shirt and immediately puked into a ne