There’s no point in letting on that I know she’s responsible for sabotaging my Trip. There’s plenty of time for that later.
Better to give the appearance of being friends while I come up with a plan. According to Killian, everyone has one, including Braxton.
Or at least, that’s what Killian implied when he blamed him for his extended Trip to 1745, just seconds before we rocketed two and a half centuries forward in time.
Then again, he also accused me of returning his kiss, when I’m certain I didn’t.
Also, since Halcyon is open only on weekends, and even then, only Blues or above are allowed entry, this will make for my first visit to the club, and I’m curious to see not only what all the fuss is about, but how Elodie managed to gain access on a day when it’s normally closed.
With one last glance in the mirror, I toss my slab into a small bag, add a tube of lip gloss, and let myself out.
Remembering the note she left for me earlier, I pause to knock on Song’s door, wondering if she might want to talk, or at least head to the party together. But when she doesn’t answer, I figure she’s already there and continue along.