When we pull up into Roxy’s driveway, I have to remind myself to wait for the car to stop before I leap out. I’m anxious to seeWillow, and excited to get her to actual safety that won’t put my best friend in danger.
Even though there’s a sudden shadow over Demyen that he won’t talk about, I can’t help but feel like he’s the genuine thing.
And I can’t help but remind myself that that kind of thinking always lands me in trouble.
I shake it off and skip out of the car that’s probably worth five years of my wages. I don’t bother checking to see if he’s behindme; the only thing I do check is to make sure my bag is on my shoulder as I walk up the wrought iron stairs of the adobeapartment building. All I can think about right now is seeing Willow. Making sure she’s s
