Connor
I blink three times.
The question hits me out of nowhere. How the hell does Claire know Hudson and Mason? I stare at her, mind racing through every possible way she could have picked those names up. Nothing makes sense right away.
“Wait. How do you know those names?” My voice comes out steady, but inside I feel the shift. Today already went sideways with Tyler and the bodies on the gravel. Now this.
Claire smirks. That sharp, knowing little curve of her mouth that always means she’s about to make my life slightly more difficult. She starts to push up from the couch like she’s done talking and ready to walk away—maybe to the bedroom, maybe anywhere that isn’t under my interrogation.
I move fast. I reach out and catch her arm, pulling her right back down next to me. My
