“You’re not related to Lily or me. If you want out, you should probably leave now before things worsen.” I expect Rose to spit at me for untethering her own boyfriend from this complicated matter. Because it’d mean that Connor would have to leave her too. But she’s busy texting on her cell, inhaling sharp breaths every so often that sound like knives slicing her lungs. I even saw her pop some kind of medication. “Rose already showed me where the door is,” Connor says. “I’m fairly capable of knowing when and how to walk out of it.”