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Chapter 1

I move away from Nathan to talk to Carter, but E into me With my eyes still on Carter, I ask, “What’s up with the two of them?” I assume she knows They’re both artists and the community around here is small Once you’re into the upper level classes, anyway

Es dance She crosses her boot-clad legs at the ankle and nearly falls over She’s sipping a drink that looks likeshe’s not drinking coffee

“Who? Carter and Cream Puff?” Emily knocks back more of her drink

“Who is Crea “Are you drinking dirt? What the hell is that?”

“Try so my way

“I don’t drink dirt, dude No thanks” I laugh a little because she seems so clueless “So I take it that wasn’t coffee?”

She tries to focus oncontacts? I could have sworn her eyes were brown, but I suck at re details “It was a triple espresso laced with some kind of white chocolate liquor”

“Do you usually get trashed after one drink?”

“Ha! I ales to herself, “Tray-eshed” Her dark eyebrows crinkle together and she starts to topple forward

Grabbing her arm, I’m suddenly concerned “What the hell did you drink? Emily?” She doesn’t tell me, instead she smiles at her shoes

“I like boots Boooooots” She taps her toe on the floor and grins proudly, like she’s told the most hysterical joke ever

A second later, a very pretty guy wanders over He’s wearing a black blazer and dark, stone washed jeans His head is clean-shaven and there are a nus on the left side of his face—left eyebrow, left nose, left ear, left nipple from the looks of the way his coat doesn’t lay flat across his otherwise smooth chest A tattooed snake slithers fixedly around his skull, again, uy who couldn’t choose a life of crime He’d be easy to pick out of a line up Unlike Bathroo for Mr Sone