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Adrien followed Kris into the empty bathroom, even though every instinct told him they were wasting valuable time. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the party's noise faded to a dull thrum, leaving just the soft hint of the vanity lights and the lingering scent of mango air freshener in the tiled room.
This place was one of those unnecessarily fancy bathrooms Jace's house boasted, polished marble countertops, a big round mirror framed with soft golden bulbs, and neatly stacked hand towels that looked like they were from a hotel and not the home of a guy who thought pouring beer into goldfish bowls was fun.
Kris perched on the counter like she owned the place, swinging her leg while taking a small sip from her red Solo cup. Adrien wasn't sure if she was trying to impress him with her pose or charm him with her smile, but he wasn't in the mood for any of that.
"Alright," he said, crossing his arms. "You mentioned you know where Noah is. Let's hear it."
