#Chapter 310 - Newtown

Luca grabs my arm and hauls me back to his side the moment I gasp, my eyes going wide and shiny, and attempt to dash into Newtown’s main – and only – square. “Ari,” he growls, shaking his head. “But it’s so cool,” I whisper, fascinated, looking around at the little store and the three bars and the restaurant and all of the rooms above. Who lives here? What sort of stuff goes on in those rooms? And where do the - “What are you talking about?” Luca says, laughing a little and drawing my attention suddenly back to him. “This place is a dump.” “It is not a dump – why are you being so mean!?” “Ari,” Luca says, a broad smile breaking out over his face as he gestures at the little town, “every single building here is made of plywood. It’s a dump – it would all fall over in ten seconds, if it wasn’t held up by Cadet lust and debauchery and the need to let of some Alpha steam.” “That’s so cool,” I whisper, turning my head back to the square, fascinated. “I’ve never been anywhere lik