Like always, I wonder what he’s thinking. He’s been so good about being open with me since I heard him talking to Zoya. It still all takes place under cover of darkness, but now, between rounds of making my eyes roll back in my head, we whisper back and forth to each other. It’s easier when we can’t see. Safer that way.
“Hey, Jas,” I call out. “Remember when you used to take me out on the roof and make up constellations?”
Jasmine giggles. “Duh. Do you remember when Dad caught us out there? I thought he was gonna lose his freaking mind.”
I shudder at the memory. It was funny then, back when we didn’t know as much, although a little bit less so now. “He had the shotgun in his hand and everything.”
“You peed your pants when the flashlight hit us.”
“Because you said he fed trespassers to
