The TV droned on, the laugh track a hollow mockery of the happiness we were pretending to have. I thought of Crow, of the way his eyes searched mine when we talked about the past, about the future, about what could be. I thought of the kiss that had changed everything, the kiss that had set us on this dangerous path.
And then there was Snake, the serpent in the garden, whispering his venomous threats. I knew he wouldn't stop until he had his pound of flesh. And that meant Leo and I were in constant danger.
One evening, as the sun painted the sky with shades of red and orange, my phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. It was Mel, her voice low and tight. "You doing okay?"
"Good as can be," I whispered. "How is everyone there?"
"The same. As good as can be," she returned. “Just wante
