When the others arrive back at the hotel, I'm sitting in a chair near the window, the lines of my suit sharp as knives, a smirk sliced across my lips to match. I don't think there's a damn person in that room that's fooled by the act. I miss Chloe; I'm afraid of my parents; I have a fiancée; I'm in love with Lilith; I might be in love with Ransom. I'm a fucking mess.
