RAVEN
I looked away at Lyall’s question, taken aback since I had already told him nothing happened. The silence stretched between us, heavy and awkward, but he didn’t let it go.
“It’s your friends, isn’t it?” he said quietly, and my eyes snapped back to his.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I saw them at the club earlier,” he answered. “And when I asked for your name, they said it was Margaret.”
I should have known they told him I was Margaret. I bet it was Teagan’s friend. But I couldn’t dwell on that because my heart skipped a hard beat—not because of the lie, but because Lyall had asked about me at all.
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
“You remembered me?”
“Yes. Of course, I remember.” A small, wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “We even made the hea
