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On the drive back to her house, Zoe forced herself to stare out the car window. If she didn’t keep her gaze fixed outward — if she allowed herself to look back over at Evan — she had the unfortunate feeling that she might burst into tears.
Some kind of prima she was going to turn out to be.
She tried to tell herself that she was just exhausted from all this running around, and that this particular confrontation with the creature had been a lot more unsettling than she’d bargained for. The last thing she’d expected was that he — it, whatever — would actually be able to speak to her. Plead with her.
Crap.
And then to have Evan shoot her down like that…. Well, what had she expected? He hadn’t come down here to Phoenix to socialize. He’d come here to clean up her mess.
It was all the
