"I'm fine." Kota turns to me. "I'm fine," he reiterates.
"Sang, do you know what he took?" The intensity in the room is palpable, and I hand Sean the bag of pills, terrified for Kota.
Kota stands and steps forward. All three of the other men immediately step between, Victor with a restraining hand on Kota's chest, and Owen with a protective stance in front of me. Kota blows out an exasperated breath and hands something to Sean. "Guys, seriously, I'm fine. Look." Sean laughs and Owen and Victor's postures both relax.
At this point, I'm shaking. It's all too much. They were ready to attack Kota, and I could tell they thought he was going to attack me. I take an unsteady step backwards and manage to just barely find a chair before my knees give out on me. Kota comes over and kneels before me, lifting my chin with is finger until I'm looking him square in the eyes.
"Sang, I didn't take the drugs." He inclines his head toward Sean, who shows me a small white tablet, and I sigh with relief. "I palmed it and faked everything." He leans his forehead against mine and lowers his voice. "I'm sorry if I scared you."
I take his face between my hands and pull back to examine him. His pupils are completely normal. "How?"
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk, and I watch in awe as his pupils dilate once again. I look past him to the others, and they all come around to see what I'm seeing.
Victor rolls his eyes and sits on the desk beside me. "Do you have to be good at everything?"
I see questioning glances from the others and Kota sits on the floor in front of me. "I read an article a while back saying some people could control the dilation of their pupils by thinking about certain topics. Merely by thinking about looking into the light or darkness would make their pupils contract or dilate on command. A few of them said thinking about things that gave you butterflies in your stomach worked as well. I figured it was worth a try, because we needed to sell it."
Owen shakes his head. "And which worked for you?" Kota's cheeks tinge pink, and everyone except me laughs. He looks away from me and shrugs noncommittally, and I wonder what gives Kota butterflies.
Deep down, I hope it's me.
Everything moves quickly after that. Victor puts a tracker in the zipper of the bag where it's least likely to be seen, and Sean swaps out most of the pills with placebos. We go back to the house and deliver the drugs without much fanfare, and Devin says he'll call tomorrow with details before shooing us back toward the party. We sneak out of the house and back to the car, and once we're fully out of view of anyone, I sag into my seat.
"I just want to go home and sleep," Kota says, while adjusting the heater. "But we need to keep an eye on the house and see if Devin leaves tonight. We still don't know who he's reporting to, and until we do, we won't be able to dismantle this whole thing."
The back door opens, letting in a burst of arctic air, and almost gives me a heart attack. Luke's head pops into view, and I bite my lip to keep from lashing out at him.
"Kota, Si needs your help with something. I'm here to relieve you."
Kota sighs, but goes without another word. It's rare to see Kota in this kind of mood, and I quickly pull out my phone and send him a text saying I'll miss him. When I move to put the phone away, I catch sight of Luke sitting there with his mouth hanging open.
"Crap. So that's your hiding place?" He swallows, and I realize I've frozen with one hand in my bra and the other about to shove my phone into place. "I really wanted to be your roommie, but there's no way I would have guessed." He smirks, and hops up from the back and into Kota's seat. "You girls have the best pockets!"
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Sang Sorensen is a bright and talented seventeen year old ballerina who has finally had enough. She's barely survived the last year at Ashley Waters High, and when the abuse, both at school and at home, comes to a head, she does the only thing she c...