CHAPTER 18: RIDER’S ACCUSATIONS
ZARA:
I stood there for a split second, my heart hammering, watching the smoke drift from her crumpled hood.
Mia grabbed my arm, her grip tight. "Let’s go home, Zara. Don't bother with her. That’s karma at work, and you don't need to be anywhere near it when the police arrive."
She was right. I didn't want any more drama with Serena than I already had. We scrambled, shoving our savaged groceries into the trunk of the cab we’d ordered. My hands were shaking, and my mind was a mess.
The drive back to Mia’s place was silent. Once we got to the parking lot, we had to make two trips to haul the remaining bags up the stairs. My muscles screamed in protest, but I kept moving. The physical labor was a welcome distraction from the mess of my life. After we got
