The door slammed open so hard the walls rattled.
Marcus stood at the entrance, folding his arms.
His eyes slowly moved from Ash to me, like he was counting everything wrong with the room.
"Oh, now you're awake," he said coldly. "Fantastic. Can you two stop being stupid for one second?"
Ash and I sat up instantly.
"Oh," I murmured. "So….Marcus did."
"How did you even find us?" Ash asked calmly. "I mean, thanks for bringing us home."
Marcus laughed, that kind of laugh that shows he's about to flare up soon.
"Oh, you don't remember?" he asked. "Of course you don't."
He pulled out his phone and shoved it in Ash's face.
"You," he snapped, pointing a finger at him, "texted me."
Ash looked confused.
He cleared his throat and read aloud, mockingly:
marcuss bring Uber. me drunk with june. send mony. we dying.
Ash buried his face in his hands.
"Oh my God…"
"And then," Marcus continued, "you sent your location. And a selfie."
"…A selfie?"
