Page 16 of Blitz

I shove my feet into shoes and grab my coat off the floor. “No, you didn’t, sweetheart.”

“I did. I never should have—” She breaks off abruptly, gagging. “King, I don’t feel well.”

“Just hang on, Princess. I’m on my way.”

The living room is empty. My roommates all turned in shortly after midnight, when we wrapped up our Star Wars mini marathon. I can hear moans and rhythmic thumping of the headboard coming from the direction of Miles’s room. No surprise what he and Sam are up to.

It’s bitterly cold out. I huddle into my coat, holding my phone to my ear.

“King...”

“Hang tight, Mase.”

She gives a pitiful moan. “I miss you.”

“I know you do.”

I won’t admit I miss her, too. I can’t. But I do. I miss her infectious laugh and her bubbly personality. I even miss the way she used to press her freezing cold toes against my legs in the middle of the night. I miss everything about her.

The Delta house is lit with Christmas lights that stay up year round. I’ve been here exactly once for a party my freshman year. I didn’t have a good time then. Probably won’t now, either.

“Where are you, Princess?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

The crowds are thin at this time of night. Most everyone has found a partner for the evening and gone home to get their freak on. I make my way through the party.

Sullivan’s eyes go wide when he sees me. “Kingsley! Didn’t think I’d catch you here.”

“You didn’t.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re here.”

“I’m looking for someone.”

He laughs, shakes his head. “Man, aren’t we all?”

I push past him and move to the kitchen. There are a group of guys doing shots at the kitchen island.

And then I see her. She’s slumped over the table, her phone pressed to her ear.

“Mason.”

She gives a feeble moan. “Dude, I’m not interested. Leave me alone.”

“Princess...”

She looks up. Her eyes go wide. “You’re here.” She looks down at her phone screen. “Did you teleport?”

I huff out a laugh. “No, sunshine.”

She’s a little green. “I don’t feel so good.”

“Let’s get you home, Mase.”

“Okay.” She gets to her feet and stumbles. I swoop forward, catching her before she can topple over outright. Dropping my shoulder, I drape her arm over my back. She’s tiny. I could pick her up and carry her. “I’m so tired.”