Ariana's pov
The sun was starting to dip low, soft orange light spilling over the fairground as Zack and I walked out of the arcade section, still laughing over his ridiculous attempt to win me a stuffed panda.
“You cheated,” I said between breaths, clutching my sides.
He looked genuinely offended. “How can you cheat at throwing rings? My aim is just that bad.”
“Then maybe you should’ve aimed with your eyes open.”
He gave me a playful nudge. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re mean.”
That made me roll my eyes—mostly to hide the way my stomach fluttered when he said things like that. I opened my mouth to fire back, but the world tilted slightly beneath my feet. The laughter in my throat died as the bright lights around us blurred for a moment.
I blinked hard. Once. Twice.
Zack not
