RONAN
“Do you really think it’s Julian?” Jaxon asks. I watch him sit up and lean forward, warm brown eyes laced with confusion as he stares at Malachi, who hasn’t been able to wipe that worried look off his face all day.
I look away from them towards the door. We’re ready to go see our ray of sunshine. She had said the stalker showed up at her house. That—if you ask me—was a huge mistake on their part.
I plan to wait around tonight, just to see if they’ll show up. And when they do…
My hands clench into fists. The keys in my right press hard into the skin of my palm.
“…no one else has a reason to do something like that. He’s the only one I can think of who’ll want to do something like that.”
Only, he’s not.
I’ve been battling with the thought since this afternoon. It doesn’t mak
