“How deliciously dramatic,” Calloway says, clasping his hands together. “The stalker finds love. I’m living for this narrative arc.” “Shut up, Calloway,” Thorne and Xander say in unison. Thorne’s mouth quirks in what might be a ghost of a smile. “She found you,” he says to Xander. “Despite your precautions. Your obsessive protocols.” “Yes.” “That’s...concerning.” “Or impressive,” I interject. Thorne’s gaze shifts to me, measuring. “Perhaps both.”
