“Shane,” she said quietly. “Why haven’t you said my name?” Shane flinched, caught off guard. It was disorienting, being caught between what he felt then versus his feelings now. If Shane spoke her new name, then she stopped being a memory. She became tangible. And he’d have to confront what was real. Which was that Eva Mercy was unspooling him, as slowly and surely as if she’d tugged a thread. Shane was here to come clean and go. Falling for her wasn’t the plan.
these two will be the end of meeeee
