Eleven
After that, the night got blurry and wild. Songs were sung, flasks were emptied. More logs were tossed on the bonfire. A few people—Toni and Tristan and Bash—ran into the ocean, splashed around, then screamed their heads off as they scrambled to get back to the blazing heat of the bonfire.
Even though she’d promised to stick close to Alastair, he disappeared from view at one point. When he came back, he told her that he’d gone off to find a secluded spot to take a leak, but Waverly had followed him and caught him mid-pee. He’d been stuck listening to her rant about all the reasons he should team up with her to take down the Berensons.
“The terrible thing is, she started making some sense.” He waved a flask at her. “It’s probably because of thith. What is it?”
“Hand me that flask
