“Waylon?” Reggie says, giving his cheek a little slap. “Come on, buddy. Wake up.” My chest tightens to the point of pain, and I can’t help but compare this scene to the one from Zayne’s dorm room all those months ago. “Is he dead?” I don’t realize that’s my flat, lifeless voice until I hear Ivy’s sharp inhale, and Reggie’s snapping his head toward me with a frown.
