Ryan drove quickly, but I noticed he didn't drive past the Pause building. He must've been afraid I would jump out of the car and climb the building to the top like King Kong. Clutching my necklace for dear life, I was lost in thought as I stared out the window. There had to be a way to rescue Vivian without getting caught or killed myself.
At the very back of my mind, behind all the panic, I wondered why Ryan was helping me when he'd been so quick to hate me. His car smelled just like him - comfortable and enticing, calm and masculine. I breathed in deeply.
Close to the neighborhood I'd fled from earlier, Ryan pulled his car to a stop, and he cut the engine. We were at a graveyard. At night.
"Kendra's here?" I asked.
Ryan nodded. "It was three years ago today that her parents died. S
