RINA

I picked up my smoothie glass, the cold condensation slick against my palm, and forced my feet to move out of the kitchen.

I went upstairs with the smoothie in hand, my heart now beating in a slightly more steady pace, though the adrenaline from that near-miss with Easton was still right there humming in my veins.

I walked down the dark, carpeted hallway of the second floor, my flip-flops making a soft, rhythmic slapping sound against the floorboards. To get to my room, I had to pass the master bedroom—Easton and Kylie’s bedroom.

As I drew closer to the heavy mahogany door of their room, my breath hitched...