Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Let him know that I’ll be going to the Throwback at The
Cove tonight with some friends,” I told Crane. “So he doesn’t
send out the hounds.”
“And you’ll be home by eleven?” he demanded more than
asked.
But I just cocked my head, unable to hide the small smile
he had to know was pure mischief. “Of course.”
Throwback Night was organized by some of Thunder Prep’s
alumni as one last hoorah at The Cove before it was sold off,
rumors flying for a while now that several investors were
interested in redeveloping the property. Back in the day, this
was a theme park—rides, roller coasters, fun houses, and
games—and mostly everything still stood here, abandoned for
years, having been dark since we were kids. I remember
coming here once when it was still active.
The sea air breezed through the park as the music blasted
and partygoers laughed and shouted, their excitement to go
back to when we were high schoolers palpable. Most of them
were in college or beyond now, although there were some
current students of Thunder Bay about tonight, and I kind of
dug feeling the old uniform on me again, not having worn it
since I was sixteen. Before I fled town to go back to Montreal.
As part of the party theme, we were requested to don our
uniforms in keeping with the school spirit. Unfortunately, my
body has grown and developed a bit more since then, so I’d
asked Rika if she had an extra skirt and shirt from her senior
year, still able to use my old necktie with no problem.
“Come on, dance!” Alex pulled my arm.
I laughed, taking hers instead and letting her lead me out to
the dance area where the DJ spun music up off to my right.
Michael and Erika were here somewhere, Kai and Banks were
on their way, Will had said, and I hadn’t heard from Damon,