Ryan's POV
"What?" I asked.
She didn't answer.
She just kept staring at me.
And it was starting to get weird.
I tried to focus on the road, but I couldn't ignore the weight of her eyes on me.
"Nothing," she finally said.
A complete lie.
Because she didn't stop staring.
"Just talk," I said. "If this is about Peter, he was just saying gibberish. We aren't exactly close."
She looked away for a second, then back at me.
"Actually, I was wondering why someone would randomly call me prey."
I glanced at her.
Then back at the road.
Silence settled between us.
"I mean..." she continued, "I wonder if you're the predator then."
I almost laughed.
Almost.
"I'm not."
She raised an eyebrow like she didn't believe me.
"You are more of a predator than I am," I said.
That caught her off
