“For a minute, yeah.” She takes a long sip of wine like she’s steeling herself. “Then he pulled me out and told me he didn’t kill Elena. Not like I think he did, anyway.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“No idea. He didn’t exactly elaborate.” She stares into her glass. “He was too busy grinding me against a tree.”
The wine I’m sipping goes down the wrong pipe and leaves me hacking and spluttering into my fist like an i***t. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah.” The blush is crawling up her neck. “It got a little wild.”
I set my wine down before I drop it and take her hands, pulling them into my lap. “Sunshine, this is all getting a little wild. I’m worried for you.”
She pulls her knees up to her chest, curling in on herself. The sweats I picked out for her are her favorites, but they’re not armor. No
