The headlights illuminated the carved stone lions on top of the tall brick pillars. The gate rolled back and the sleek black coach crunched up the driveway to the mansion built to look like Versailles. If Versailles had been built by a personal injury attorney. I had an overwhelming urge to flee the bus and take off running down the hill. “Hey, are you okay?” Piper was hanging over the seats in front of me and Caleb. “Is this weird for you?” “Nope, it’s fine. This will be fun. Right, Caleb?” I looked over at him but he just shrugged. Wyatt handed him a flask and he took a swig. The bus shuddered to a halt and everyone onboard cheered. I was back. *** Dance music reverberated through the cool night air as we made our way through a side gate and onto the grounds. White overstuffed couches and heat lamps were strategically placed around the Olympic-sized pool, turning it into an outdoor lounge.
