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Still, I fish the hundred from my pocket and hand it to her. She swiftly tucks it away between her boobs, and I pray I won’t ever have to touch that paper again.
“She’s at some party. Ransom … no …” She taps her head a few times. “Phantom boys … Phantom group … no. Dammit. Phantom something.”
My eyes slowly widen. “Phantom Society.”
The Phantom Society are rivals with the Skull and Serpent Society, and they’re wildly unreliable. There’s no way she’d go there, unless…
Shit.
“Yeah, that’s the one. Anyway, she told me she’d be back by eleven. That’s all I got.”
I bolt off back through the hallways. “Thanks!”
“What, that’s it?” the neighbor barks, but I’m already gone.
I have a thief to catch.
CHAPTER 32
Ivy
“Areyou sure it’s okay we’re here?” I ask Océane while I tug on my yellow dress to try to keep it in place. “It looks like a frat party.”
She nods and leans in to yell through the noise. “Talon’s a Phantom.”
“Oh, really?” No wonder he didn’t like Felix and Heath.
“They know me,” she adds. “Besides, the Phantom Society throws amazing parties.”
She turns around and nudges me with her ass, so I do the same and we dance back-to-back to the music, vibing away. It’s been a long time since I last let myself go like this, and honestly, I could do this more often if it wasn’t for the cost.
But I’ll pay Mrs. Schwartz all the money in the world for just a night of this.
Nothing feels better than shutting off my brain and letting the music take over, even if we’re forced to wear these white half-masks that remind me of thePhantom of the Opera. The Phantoms think it adds an element of danger to the excitement, but all it does is confuse me.
“Ivy?” Aspen’s voice makes me stop and do a double take as she peeks beneath my mask. “Wait, it really is you. You’re here!”
Guess I’m not the only one who’s confused.
She throws her arms around me. “Eep, I’m so glad you’re here!”
“Hehe, yeah, I just thought, why not?” I reply. “Wait, I thought you weren’t supposed to be here? Something about homework.”
She shushes me. “Don’t say that out loud. I’m not here, so if anyone asks, you didn’t see me, okay?”
“Right.” I wink.
“Just don’t tell anyone.”
I make a key-turning-in-a-lock motion near my mouth. “My lips are sealed.”
“You should’ve told me you were coming, dude, I would’ve waited,” Océane tells Aspen, sighing.
“And risk my brother finding out I was going?” Aspen snorts. “He definitely would’ve told my parents.”
Océane raises a brow. “Which brother?”
Aspen shrugs. “Both.”