Anna's POV
I find out Evan knows I've been digging again from the way he's waiting for me.
He's outside my house when I get home from the harbor bar, leaning against the fence at the end of the road where the streetlight doesn't reach, and I know before I'm close enough to see his face that something's wrong, because his stillness has that coiled quality again, the dangerous kind, and the pull in my chest that usually lights up sweet at the sight of him goes tight and wary instead.
"You went back," he says. No hello. No mention of the kiss that's been living in my body for two days. Just this, flat and cold. "To the bar. To the crew. After everything, after the harbor, after a man put his hands on you in the dark, you went straight back to asking questions where they could hear you."
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