“Shit,” I breathe, locking eyes on an image with six boys all dressed head to toe in black. They look… wow. Theo’s in the middle, standing slightly in front of the others, but it’s not him who holds my attention. It’s the boy with the dark, stormy eyes who stares at me like he hates me even in a photograph. “They’re really something, huh?” Calli mutters, coming to stand beside me. “That was the day they all—” She cuts herself off. “The day they all what?” Calli hesitates for a few seconds. “Come on, let’s go to my room. We can talk there.”
