“It looks like . . . dried blood.” I pulled the duvet over my head. “What’s happening?” I groaned. A bright light seared through my eyes as my duvet flew off me. “And she’s naked,” a male voice said. I clutched my boobs and looked around me wildly as my pupils slowly dilated and my room came into focus. Emma was sitting on my bed scratching at her nails, Will was dramatically shielding his eyes with my duvet and Ollie was politely looking at his battered Nike hightops at the far end of my room. “What are you all doing?” I asked, with as much dignity as I could muster with my hands over my nipples. “Babe, do you wanna put some clothes on?” asked Emma. “We thought we’d all wake you up and hear the goss about your first online date, but then we saw this . . . blood on your face.” She held up her sparkling green nails at me, and I saw flakes of JT’s dried nose-blood on the tips of her talons.
