Cheating with a lackey? He must mean Max, and that means…he saw us yesterday in Devil’s Dip. And by living life on the edge, he’s referring to the first time we met, on the cliff. My cheeks grow hotter by the second, and I feel like I’m burning and blistering under a dark sun, but I refuse to scurry back to the shade. “For someone who hates Devil’s Dip so much, you’re sure there often,” I rasp.
