She followed Zara, leaving me standing at the bar with Chase, Mr. Wannabe Air Traffic Controller. Traitors. Then again, I could have left. It wasn’t like he had a gun to my head. So I guess that made me a traitor too. Chase turned to me, midnight eyes tracing my face. “You really do look familiar. You go to Callingwood? What’s your name again?” “I give out that information on a need-to-know basis, and you definitely don’t need to know.”
