Selena's POV. At The Bookstore
"Where the hell is she?"
Selena slammed a book shut at the register, biting the inside of her cheek. Her phone was dry. No texts. No calls. Not even a damn emoji from Katarina. Days had passed. Since that one frantic call, radio silence.
The bell over the bookstore door jingled. She looked up at Liam.
But not that Liam. This was the nerdy one. The soft-spoken one who used bookmarks and said “excuse me” even to chairs.
“Hey,” he smiled. “Selena, right?”
“Yeah,” she said flatly.
“Uh, is Katarina here?” His brows scrunched. “I haven’t seen her since… that night in the alley.”
Selena’s blood ran cold. “You haven’t seen her since then?”
He shook his head. “No. She just left. Didn’t even say goodbye.”
“Wait,” She leaned in. “You don’t remember what happen
