Chapter 41
- When I open them again, Gwyneth is jumping to the music, screaming with the singer about silence. The same silence she’s massacring right now.
- She turns in my direction at that exact moment and freezes, her eyes going wide, with her spatula mic still at her mouth.
- “Nate.” My name comes out as a flustered sound in the middle of the loud music before she clears her throat and shouts, “Alexa, stop.”