He Knows How To Play Dirty

‘What?’ Kira looked up. ‘Get out of the car,’ Austyn said simply. Kira climbed out of the backseat with some difficulty, gathering her dress carefully. ‘Where are we going?’ ‘To the hotel. There’s a party tonight—’ Before he could finish, Kira had shrunk back into the car. Austyn stared at her. ‘What are you doing?’ Kira gnashed her teeth. ‘You never told me we were coming to a party in a public venue!’ She caught a glimpse of the hotel’s grand-looking front entrance. Whatever event this was, Kira was pretty sure it wasn’t the kind of pizza parties her classmates used to throw. Austyn ground out the cigarette butt with his heel. ‘Now you know. Get out of the car.’ ‘No!’ Kira said to Kai, ‘Drive me home, please.’ Kai kept staring straight ahead and pretended he didn’t hear a thing. ‘Kira Hewitt! Don’t make me drag you out.’ ‘No. I don’t want to go to a party in a hotel, and you can’t make me! The place must be crawling with reporters. I don’t want my face splashed across the front page