The night air smelled of oil and smoke as Riley slipped out of the garage, her head still ringing with Caleb’s warning. She hugged her jacket tighter, hoping the chill would numb the storm twisting inside her. She wanted to scream, to fight, to cry, but instead she walked, fast and quiet, until she reached the corner where Ethan usually waited for her.
Sure enough, he was there, leaning against his car with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. When he saw her, his face lit up, but the moment she drew closer, his smile faded.
You look like you’ve been through hell,” Ethan said softly.
Riley tried to brush past him. “I can’t stay long.
Ethan caught her arm gently, his fingers warm against her skin. “What happened?”
Nothing,” she muttered.
I just need to go home.
Riley.” His voice ca
