I inched toward Era while her gaze was averted. A cat cornering the mouse against a wall. But I didn't feel like a cat. Cats don't feel their prey's iciness snake its way all the way through their spines. With the microphone perched on the tip of my tongue, I ran my thumb over my lips to catch it, an innocent, perfectly normal movement if I'd had stray crumbs.
"Yeah, remember? I told you she was coming." Derek stood from the piano bench and shot me a grin over his shoulder. "I guess we should get the movie started, huh?"
No. Not yet. I jumped into action.
"Era, I love your jacket," I blurted out, crossing toward her. "Where did you get it?"
"Somewhere you've never heard of," she said, her voice like a hiss.
"Can I touch it?" Without waiting for an answer, I reached out and stuck the
