Shane’s phone suddenly lit up, the screen startlingly bright in the dark that surrounded them. When Shane glanced at the screen, his face lit up almost as brightly. “What?” Ilya asked. He couldn’t help it. “Oh,” Shane said absently as he typed something. “Nothing. Just a message from Rose.” Ilya snorted. Rose. “What does Rose want?” “She’s just checking in. She—hey. You’re not jealous, are you?” “No.” It was the least convincing lie ever.
