C65 A NIGHT AT SPHERE: THE FAMILIA CLUB
**A want to hit a club. Permission?**
My stomach twisted at the message, and before I could react, Lysander’s response appeared on the screen.
**No!**
Anger simmered under my skin, a familiar but maddening sensation. I passed the phone to Ava, who rolled her eyes and huffed. “I can’t believe his nerve. Does he think we’re twelve?”
Kim’s eyes flickered to us through the rearview mirror
