Ezekiel's POV
The noise hit me the moment we stepped through Ezekiel Kane's front door. Bass thumped from speakers scattered around the house, red cups filled with soda and whatever someone had spiked it with were already making their rounds, and every surface in the kitchen was loaded with chips and candy. Just another typical house party - packed, deafening, and utterly predictable.
Anton dove right in like he always did, slapping hands with his teammates and launching into some story that was probably half lies. I stayed close, throwing in my usual comments and laughs. The same routine we always fell into.
Then the front door swung open again.
I almost didn't bother looking. But something pulled my attention that way, and when I turned, the easy grin slipped right off my face.
Ximena had just walked in.
