The party at the Boneyard was already too loud, the bonfire casting long shadows as bodies swayed to music and laughter echoed off the trees.

You weren’t sure why you came—maybe for the distraction, maybe for the chaos.

Maybe because you knew both JJ and Rafe would be there.

You stood near the edge of the crowd, sipping from a red cup, when JJ found you first. He always did. Grinning like trouble, eyes bright with that wild spark only he carried.

“You really gonna spend the night with a bunch of Kooks?” he teased, bumping your shoulder with his.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just here.”

“Yeah? You just happen to look that good for no reason?”

Before you could answer, a voice cut through the noise behind you—sharper. Colder.

“She looks better standing with someone who knows what to do with her.”

You turned. Rafe.

Leaning against a tree, arms crossed, that cocky smirk painted on his face. JJ tensed beside you immediately.

“Don’t start, Cameron.”

Rafe pushed off the tree, walking closer, ignoring JJ completely as his eyes met yours. “Why don’t you come with me? We both know you don’t belong with them.”

JJ stepped between you before you could move. “She’s not some prize, man.”

Rafe’s smirk faltered into something darker. “Then why are you acting like she is?”