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Authors: Chloe Neill

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“It gets me out of history class,” I reminded her, giving her a wink as I grabbed my books and bag. I smiled apologetically at Peters as I followed M.K., Amie, Veronica, and a couple of girls I didn’t know well—Dakota and Taylor, maybe?—to the front of the room. None looked happy that I was joining them, but we filed out of the room without argument. That was good enough for me.
The brat pack walked down the hall, and then into a small room at the end.
It was a conference room with an oval table surrounded by office chairs.
We filed down one side of the table. I took a chair a couple of seats from the end beside Dakota or Taylor (whichever they were) while M.K. flounced dramatically into her own chair and pasted a bored expression on her face. Amie took a seat beside Veronica near the head of the table, then arranged her pink pen and notebook just so.
And on the other side of the table, something much more pleasant—a contingent from Montclare. Michael, Jason, and John Creed—of the dark brows and moody dark eyes—sat in a line, all spiffy and perfect in their sweaters and button-up shirts. All three boys smiled when they saw me, but Michael’s smile flattened pretty fast, probably when he realized Scout wasn’t following me into the room.
“She’s not much of a party planner,” I quietly explained.
“Party pooper,” he muttered.
I smiled at him, and then at Jason, my cheeks warming a little at the secret smile on his face and the glow in his sky blue eyes. I felt like a nervous little kid, my stomach full of butterflies. Here I was—only a few weeks out of Sagamore, and I was talking to a boy who turned into a wolf at will. A boy who’d jumped in front of me to keep me safe. Was it crazy cool? Yes. And unexpected and strange, and still a little bit nerve-racking. We hadn’t really gotten to that point of comfort yet, where you just sink into the relationship, where you’re actually just
dating
, instead of thinking about the possibility and constantly analyzing it.
Veronica cleared her throat, then gazed at us expectantly.
“Now that we’re all here,” she said, “let’s get down to business. Our theme for this year’s Halloween Sneak, already decided, is Graveyard Glam.”
John gave three loud claps. “I like it already. Meeting dismissed.”
Veronica gave him a half smile. “Keep your pants on, Mr. Creed. The theme is only the first item on the checklist.”
Did Adepts even get Halloween off? It seemed like that would be a busy night for us.
“Last year’s Sneak was held at Navy Pier.”
There were
oooh
’s and
aaah
’s from the other girls. I knew what Navy Pier was—an amusement park-type complex deal a few blocks away—but I hadn’t yet been there.
“This year, we want to do something a little more mysterious.”
Dakota/Taylor popped up a hand. “How about the Art Institute? Plenty of secret corners in there.”
“Already done,” Veronica said. “Two years ago.”
“Pritzker Pavilion?” Taylor asked. “We could have it outside?”
M.K. huffed. “Have you been outside in Chicago in October? Nobody’s gonna want to wear a Marchesa mini in the 312 when it’s rainy and fifty degrees.”
“It was just an idea.”
“And we’ve ixnayed it,” Veronica matter-of-factly said. “Next?”
Creed raised a hand.
Veronica gave him a catty look. “Do you have something substantive to add?”
“Only that my father has a yacht.”
Figured.
Veronica crossed her arms. “I’ve seen your father’s yacht, John Creed. It’s not enough boat for all of us.”
“Are you insulting the size of my father’s boat?”
“Only in reference to Sneak. Other ideas?” Veronica scanned the room, and her gaze stopped on me. “Parker?” she asked, with a challenging bob of her shoulders.
“Um, I really haven’t been in Chicago very long.” And more important, you don’t want any part of the things I’ve seen.
“
Great
. You’re all clearly going to be a huge asset to getting this thing off the—”
“Field Museum.”
Veronica stopped midinsult, then tilted her head at Jason. “What do you mean, Field Museum?”
“The Chicago Field Museum.” He leaned forward and linked his hands on the table. “I went to a bar mitzvah there once. You can rent out the main hall. I’m sure it’s not cheap”—he shrugged—“but we can party with Sue. That might be sweet, especially for Halloween.”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be jealous or not. “Who’s Sue?”
“Sue,” Jason said, “is Chicago’s favorite
Tyrannosaurus rex
.” He mimicked claws and bared his teeth. “Very scary.”
“I’m not afraid of dinosaurs,” I assured him. “Trust me, I’ve seen worse.” Personally, I thought that was true, but I crossed my fingers just in case I was jinxing myself.
“Grizzly bears?” Jason asked.
“What about grizzly bears?”
“Have you seen worse things than, let’s say, grizzly bears?”
I smiled slyly. “Yeppers.”
“What about wolves?”
“Those aren’t even a little scary.”
“Hmm,” he said, smiling slyly back. “Good to know.”
Veronica tapped her fingers on the tabletop. “Excuse me? Can we ixnay the bizarre wild kingdom flirting—assuming that’s what this is—and get back on topic?”
“Seriously,” M.K. said, putting a hand to her stomach. “It’s making me nauseous.”
I bit back a smile. Sure, Jason and I weren’t exactly being subtle, but this time
I’d
been the one to create drama for the brat pack, instead of the other way around. That made a nice change.
“I like the Field Museum idea,” Veronica said. “I have to check with the boosters about the price, but it shouldn’t be a problem. One or two of them might even be on the board of directors.”
The “boosters,” I assumed, were the St. Sophia’s alumni who’d be donating a pretty penny so the juniors and seniors could have a luxe fall formal.
“Make the call,” John said. “And let us know.”
“Rest assured that I will,” Veronica said, then glanced at the clock on the wall behind her. “That didn’t take nearly as long as it should have. Anything else we should discuss right now, unless any of you are dorky enough to want to go back to history class?”
I guess I wasn’t supposed to be flattered that M.K. turned and looked at me.
“Drinks. Food. Transportation. Dress code,” Amie recited.
Veronica rattled off responses: “Drinks and food will depend on the location. The Field Museum probably has some kind of contract with a caterer. Limos for the transpo, and the dress code will be formal.”
“Looks like you have things well in hand,” John said.
“I always do. If there aren’t any more questions, let’s break into subcommittees and get into the details.”
We all just looked at each other. Even M.K. looked confused. “V, you haven’t assigned any subcommittees.”
“They’re DIY subcommittees,” she said. “And if you don’t DIY, we have to go back to class.”
She stood there for a few seconds to let the implication sink in.
“Subcommittees it is,” John said, pushing back his chair and standing up. “My subcommittee’s meeting over here.”
“And what’s your subcommittee?” Amie asked, pen in hand.
“That would be the subcommittee on rocking. Rocking hard.”
I bit back a snort.
The girls divvied up their committees—decorations, food, etc.—and then everyone began milling around. I walked over to the Montclare side of the table. After all, how often did we get a daytime visit from the boys in blue?
John Creed smiled in his way: a lazy half smile. “Hello, Sagamore.”
“Hello, Chicago.”
“You and Jason became fast friends.” He slid a glance to Jason, who was talking to one of the other girls. Since I’d been in Adept-denial at the time, I’d pretended not to know Jason the day I met John Creed. (I know, I know. I’d apologized later.)
“We’ve gotten to know each other,” I said vaguely. “I’m surprised you’re into party planning.”
“I’m into skipping class and spending time with private school girls.”
Mm-hmm. “Well, good luck with that.”
“Are you two going to Sneak together?”
I tried for a casual tone. “I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it.”
His thick eyebrows lifted. “Really? Weird.”
“Have you invited someone?”
He scanned the girls in the room. “I’m keeping my options open. One never knows when opportunity is going to come knocking.” When his gaze landed on M.K., I tried not to grimace. I also bet money that Veronica was not going to be happy with that.
With perfect timing, Jason interrupted further discussion of whatever brat-pack “knocking” John was going to pretend to hear.
“So,” Jason said, “if you’re handing out rides on the yacht . . .”
“We can probably arrange something,” John said, then glanced at me. “Have you been out on the lake yet?”
“There’s a lake?”
It took him a second to realize I was joking. “Tell me they let you out more than that.”
“They let me out plenty.” Just not usually aboveground, and usually after the sun went down. “And no, I haven’t been on the lake yet. Or the river either, actually, now that I think about it.”
“We definitely need to remedy that. It won’t be long before winter’s here and the boat’s in dry dock. And then you’ll get to experience your first Chicago winter.”
“Winters in Sagamore were plenty wintry,” I pointed out.
“I’m sure. Add thirty-miles-per-hour wind to that, and you’ll get closer to Chicago.” He watched M.K. brush her hair over her shoulder, and then he was off, heading right for St. Sophia’s least saintly girl.
I glanced over at Veronica, and watched her face tighten with the realization that her crush had picked a different victim.
“Hello,
Sagamore.
”
I glanced up at Jason, and his mocking of John Creed’s apparent nickname for me, and smiled. “Hello, Naperville.” I gestured toward Creed. “Are you two friends? I can’t get a read on him.”
Jason shrugged. “We’re friends of a sort, I guess. We’ve known each other for a long time, but we’re not close like Michael and I are. Creed’s the kind of person who pretty much always has an agenda. That doesn’t exactly make for a strong friendship.”
“More like a business alliance,” I said.
John lifted M.K.’s wrist to take a look at her watch. Since he had his own undoubtedly expensive version, I figured it was just an excuse to touch her.
“Looks like he’s getting along with her pretty well,” Jason said.
I nodded. “That’s M.K. Problem is, I think her BFF has a thing for him.” I gestured toward Veronica, who was talking to one of the other Montclare boys while sliding secretive glances at Creed. She definitely had it bad. On the other hand, Garcia definitely seemed to be off the hook.
“Bummer,” Jason said. “Nobody likes to be the one left out.”
“Unfortunately true,” I said, anticipating what Scout liked to call “TBD”—Total Brat Drama. If there was anything likely to be worse than the brat pack left to their own devices, it was internal brat-pack squabbles.
Nothing good could come from that.
When the bell rang, everyone began to gather up their goods. Jason leaned down and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “See you tonight at the Enclave?”
“With bells on,” I whispered back. “And firespell in hand.”
“I look forward to seeing that,” he said. And with a wink, the Montclare boys left St. Sophia’s once again.
 
Scout was in her room, granola bar and magazine in hand, when I made it back to the suite. She looked up when I walked in.
“You look like the cat that ate the canary.”
“As a vegetarian, I object to that metaphor.”
Scout grinned teethily at me. “As a carnivore, I object to your pickiness. Now spill the goods.”
“There were Montclare boys at our party-planning committee.”
She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were flushed. “Like I care.”
“Oh, you care. Jason was there, and Michael, of course, and their friend John Creed.”
She spun a finger in the air like she was twirling a party favor. “I know who John Creed is.”
“Did you know Veronica has a thing for him? But that he has a thing for M.K.? I feel like that’s information we can use to our advantage.”
Slowly, she looked up and grinned. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, Parker.”
5
What, you might ask, was the best thing about being forced to attend an all-girls’ boarding school? Was it the lack of cute boys? The bratlets? The complete lack of a social life?

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