Anton's POV
For what felt like an eternity after Ezekiel disappeared into the darkness, time seemed to freeze completely.
The bass from the party still thumped against the walls, but it sounded muffled now, like I was hearing it through thick glass. Everything felt distant and unreal.
Kane slouched against his truck, dabbing at his busted lip with his sleeve, spitting out a string of profanity. A cluster of kids lingered nearby, phones still recording, eyes bright with excitement like they'd just witnessed the best entertainment of the night.
And me? I stood there like an idiot, pulse hammering in my ears, watching my best friend since elementary school walk away from me like I meant nothing to him.
Like seven years of friendship had just evaporated.
"Guy's completely unhinged," Kane muttered, checking his mouth for blood. "Going ballistic over your sister like that. He's totally lost his mind."
Something snapped inside my chest.
"Shut your mouth, Kane."
