“Max will be here soon, I’m sure,” he added, raising his voice over the hum of the party. “Will he?” Max had said, somewhat begrudgingly, that he’d go to the event if I did. But now that I was here, I couldn’t even imagine him existing in this environment. “Oh, he won’t miss it,” Sammerin replied, and I caught only a hint of that familiar unreadable glint in his eye as he melted into the festivities.
he wants that cookie so bad
