“You look like shit,” Ariq says, dropping a stack of mail on my desk. The sky is navy blue outside, speckled with stars, and we’re holed away in my office, high above the sidewalk.

I groan and scrub a hand down my face. “Thanks for noticing.”

No point denying it. It’s been a rough night and an even rougher day, my sanity fraying more and more as the clock ticks on. For all my declarations that I never want to see Jasmine Biao again after our five nights are up, I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind with her gone.

It’ll be okay once she’s here. Once she’s snarking...