Marlowe
Reid gave me a wide berth for the following days, rattled enough by whatever King had said that he stopped even the careful, veiled comments he'd been dropping — but I understood, watching him watch me from careful distances, that rattled wasn't the same as finished.
"Something's different," Nova said, finding me in the garage, her usual easy grin replaced by real concern. "You've been jumpy for days. Reid's been weird too — quiet, avoiding you like you're contagious. And King looks like he hasn't slept properly in a week. Whatever's going on, Finch, I'm done pretending I haven't noticed."
I set down my tools, hands unsteady, and looked at my best friend — the girl who'd defended me against Reid before she even knew what she was defending, who'd sat up with me through worse nigh
