“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask Yan. “Why aren’t you with Lia?” “Didn’t you tell me not to be with her alone?” He retrieves his phone. “Wait. She called me.” Of course she did. I still hate their friendship. I don’t care how many times it’s saved her or how much she needs it. Sucking in a breath, I head outside, checking her tracker on my phone, then freeze. It’s fucking moving away.
