I opened my mouth to speak, but the smoke detector cut out, finally signaling that the smoke had abated somewhat. But it didn’t leave us in silence. Instead, it left us with some god-awful pop ballad about promises and lifetimes. “What in the actual—?” I stopped myself from cursing. “What is that?” A little of the fatigue left Ellie’s expression, and her lips trembled as if fighting a smile. “What do you have against the classic vocal stylings of *NSYNC?” My face screwed up. “I think I’d take Arden’s ear-bleeding metal over this.” “You can’t tell me you’ve never jammed out to It’s Gonna Be
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