Ask for Andrea (Ask for Andrea, #1)

by Noelle W. Ihli

“On a date that isn’t going well? Do you feel unsafe or just a little uneasy? Ask for Andrea at the bar. We’ll make sure you get home safe.”

Andrea couldn’t help me now. No one could.

I wasn’t wind: I was air. But air could go places.

An hour ago, he had taken everything I had. I didn’t know how, but I planned to return the favor.

He was the kind of beautiful that drew you in before you even considered the fact that beautiful things can be poisonous.

What’s done is done.

But I have learned, as you know now, that the people we love are not gone forever. That everything we ever loved, ever did, ever said, ever read, ever experienced, comes back to us.

I wanted them to find him. I wanted them to find me. But there would be no relief in revealing what had happened.

There were foxes, and there were hounds. And then there were the animals who didn’t fit into the natural order of things at all. Who meant the hurt they caused every time.

Pretending like April was.

“It’s not your fault, you know. It’s nobody’s fault. Just his.”

That sometimes bad people got away with doing bad things and never paid the price.

Because a small chance was still a chance. And small chances were all we had left.

There was no pleasure to be found in whatever happened next. Only justice.