Dash’s POV
I know I’m supposed to be helping the Squad win over Harley Harris, but frankly, all I want to do is sit on the roof, smoke cigarettes, and drink whiskey.
Which is exactly what I’ve been doing for the past two hours.
It’s just so f****d up. I don’t know what drives me more insane—how manipulative and power-obsessed my parents are, or how desperate and pathetic Rachel is.
And what about Harley? Should I warn her? Does she have any idea how many people are trying to use her?
“Yes,” says a voice from behind me, making me jump halfway out of my skin. “I know.”
“Wh…” My eyes bulge as I snap around to see none other than Harley Harris herself, landing from a flight up the side of the building. (Self-Telekinesis, we call it. I can do it, too; it’s how I got up here.) She looks so
