RAFEL'S PLAN TO GET CORAZÓN was a party.
He recalled the invite he'd gotten from the bricked baller two days before at the gym. The flyer was still in his beside drawer, and Rafel promptly fished it out and handed it to his friends. "This guys, this is our way to get Cora over. A fellow player at the courts handed me this. I suppose it's an invite to some kind of night rager. And it's happening tomorrow. We need to be at that party, and Cora needs to be there too."
Mikhail warily eyed the black flyer. "Why wasn't I invited?"
"I was," Ravenna jumped in, "if that helps."
Rosamunde said, "I was too. I think the hosts favor those of Raven Arc. We aren't called the Goth troop for nothing. Everyone knows Raven Blacks bring the life—and death—to the party. This is the first rager of the school year. Their party has to be lit."
Mikhail rolled his eyes. "And pray tell, Miss Spears; who are these hosts?"
