Chapter 65

“I’m sorry, Milo,” Rain sputtered, running a quick hand through his hair, sending a few flakes of pink glitter through the air. “I was in a trance.”

“No more purple streaks, I see,” Milo said in a gentle voice, pointing to Rain’s newly bleached blond hair.

“Uh, no, I grew tired of it. Decided to go platinum blond.”

“Blond is definitely your color.” Milo’s cheeks darkened a little. “You look stunning.” He glanced Tristan’s way and cleared his throat again.

Rain stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and leaned back on his heels. “Oh, let me get his bag—”

“I’ll get it.” Tristan turned away and went to Philip’s room to pack a quick bag for him. Moments later, he came back to the entrance.

Rain and Milo were smiling and talking with Philip.

“Here you go,” Tristan said, handing the bag to Philip. “I put your figurines in there. Nineteen, right?”

Philip nodded and strapped the bag over his shoulders. He looked from face to face, obviously anticipating the next step.