Ever since Aron told Max he'd be attending this event, his biggest concern wasn't Sheri, his ex-fiancée, or whatever scheme her mother was plotting. No, the real problem had always been Chad.
Now that Max knew the truth, that Chad was the one behind everything that happened at the school, it changed everything. He still didn't know who was responsible for the attempted drowning of the real Max Stern… but this guy, Chad, had caused nothing but trouble for him in his new life.
"Why don't we move along," Aron said with a calm smile, gently guiding Max away.
They shifted toward a nearby table, picking up small plates and nibbling on the arranged hors d'oeuvres. Max was grateful for Aron's instinct. Even in this grand ballroom, packed with chandeliers and high-profile guests, there were still people with press badges walking around and cameras clicking in every direction.
Still, as Max picked through the appetizers, he couldn't help but glance back over his shoulder.
There he was.
