MARINA

I kicked the heavy oak front door of the Jordan mansion open with the heel of my boot, the loud thud echoing through the massive, quiet foyer.

The air inside was cool and crisp, a sharp contrast to the thick, humid summer night we had just escaped. Beside me, Allie was practically disintegrating, her entire body weight leaning heavily against my left shoulder as she let out another loud, sloppy giggle.

"I am literally telling you, Marina," Allie slurred, her words tumbling out in a messy, hilarious rush as she threw her head back against me.

"You are such a bossy, terrifying bitch sometimes. No wonder that guy from...