“Can we go home and talk? Please?” I ask while fighting the compulsion to flee in the opposite direction. Dahlia’s eyes flick over to Lorenzo one last time before she nods. “Yeah. Let’s go.” “Call me later.” Lorenzo gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. The comforting gesture must be part of his act. It has to be. “Okay, Romeo.” Julian claps a hand around his shoulder and tugs him back. “I think I’ve seen enough.” “Then you’re in for a rude awakening because we’re only getting started.” Lorenzo pushes him away.
