SARA'S POV
I sat on the cold bench outside the mall, glaring at the bags around my feet. The place was mostly empty now. Staff wandered by, cleaning up, locking doors, switching off the bright fluorescent lights one section at a time. It was getting late. Too late.
I pulled out my phone, thumb hovering over Darragh’s contact. I should call him. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he got caught up in something important. He always kept his promises. Always.
Before I could press the button, another call buzzed in.
I frowned. It wasn’t Darragh. It was Weirdo—the unfortunate name I’d saved Eamon Byrne under.
I hesitated, then sighed and picked up. "What?"
"Are you still at the mall?" Eamon’s voice was way too casual for someone who should mind his own business.
"Why do you want to know?" I snapped.
