Mordred PoV:
The coaster car slammed to a halt at the bottom of the final drop with its brakes hissing like angry snakes.
My stomach was still somewhere up near the top loop, and Kianna's laughter rang in my ears—high mixed with breathless echoes, the kind of sound that made the whole night worth every risk.
Kristen was grinning too, hair wild from the wind, looking more relaxed than I'd ever seen him tonight. For a few minutes, the three of us had been normal teenagers screaming our lungs out on a ride called the Vortex, forgetting bonds, bosses or birthdays.
We stumbled off the platform on shaky legs, Kianna clutching both our arms for balance as we laughed our way down the exit ramp.
The park lights blurred around us—neon pinks and blues bleeding into one another.
