SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
"Andenggg!!" I bounced on my toes, rapping on her door so hard my knuckles stung, giddy energy thrumming through every inch of me.
Footsteps padded toward the door, then it swung open to reveal Andeng's puzzled face—she was holding a glass of milk, her brow arched high.
"Well, well. Did something good happen? You're grinning so wide I swear your lips might split."
I swatted her arm without thinking. "Oh my god—I mean, ahem." I straightened up, trying to look casual. "Nothing! What are you talking about?" I lied, then darted past her into the house.
I scanned every room, checking for other people—safe. Junior was out with the three knuckleheads and Dallius, so we had the place to ourselves. I plopped onto the sofa and fidgeted with the bread on the platter in front of me, picking at it while my mind raced.
