"I'm not messin' around, bro." Jake was already stretched to the opposite side of the room, pocketing fistfuls of hotel snacks. Whether he raised his voice to be heard or cancel out Finn's line of questioning wasn't really clear. It was the kind of tone that brokered no argument and one Finn heard very rarely. Not since he was a young kid, still prone to tantrums. "I saw your clothes on the bathroom floor, so don't forget 'em."

He walks past Jermaine without even looking at him. Or, more accurately, without looking at the visible bite marks on his chest and neck.

"Grab some of those little hotel soaps too, while you're at it. I'm gonna wait outside. Five minutes tops, got it?"