Nico grabs Kaya, yanking her out of the seat and into his arms. She glares at him for a second before her stunning features twist with recognition. As if a switch has been flipped in her head, she bursts into tears, fisting his shirt and pressing herself to his chest like a lost, little girl. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but Nico shoves her back into the booth and crouches beside me. “What did that fucker do to her?” “He was very touchy, but—” “You remember what he looked like?” “Yes, but—”
