“Where is Rook?” I ask, looking through the crowd of students on the dance floor, all wearing various masks. “We’re supposed to be in recon mode, and my job is to provide you two with an alibi in case something sketchy goes down. How am I supposed to do that when I only have half of the twisted sisters?” “You only came for the sweets.” Alistair leers. “He’s probably toking in the bathroom. God knows he’s not getting through this night without smoking.”
