Anna's POV
He doesn't get far.
I don't decide to follow him, exactly. My feet just start moving, up off the dark end of the harbor and after the shape of him melting into the shadows past the net sheds, and maybe it's the stupidest thing I've done all week, chasing the boy who just told me to run the other way, into the same dark a man tried to drag me off in ten minutes ago. But my chest is pulling me after him like a hooked line, and I've never been good at ignoring that pull, and I'm done pretending I am.
"Evan."
He stops. He doesn't turn around. His shoulders go rigid under the dark jacket, and for a second I think he's going to keep walking, keep melting off into the night and leave me standing here. Then his head drops, just slightly, and I hear him let out a breath.
"You're sup
