(Quinn's POV)
"Well, that was something," Finn's boisterous voice snaps me out of my trance. I watch as he grabs the last slice of pizza, his toned viking frame barely contained in a tight t-shirt. His ginger hair, wild and unkempt, hangs around his face.
All of a sudden, the phone rings and my heart freezes. There's no need to guess who it is. No one else knows this number, and nobody our age uses a landline. Our parent's won't be happy when they find out how bad it is here. In their minds it will be a million times worse than it actually is. Dread settles deep in the pit of my stomach, as Landon picks up the receiver and presses a button that puts the call on loudspeaker. We huddle together on the sofa so we can all hear the conversation.
“Is everyone okay?” Magnus asks, his voice fi
