Chapter Four
The sound of Arabic breaks the trance. I turn to see the formerly stunned guards coming forward as if they’re reconsidering their earlier order not to pull a g*n on me. Okay, well, let’s not give them time to make that call, I decide, turning on my heels and dashing back inside.
Thanking every deity ever, I find the twins on the dance floor with Wes and Ender, taking a well-deserved break as the DJ who has taken their place on stage spins “Watch Me Whip.”
“Hey, Auntie Prin,” Ender calls out with his still-thick Jamaican accent when he sees me. “Come nae nae with us, mon!”
“Hey,” I say quickly, dropping a kiss on Ender’s head. I also pull Wes in for a top of the head peck because I consider him a part of my extended family now that his dad has married Sylvie.
But I can see
