Vera
This is insane.
The thought runs through my head on a loop as I walk beside Drake through the darkening campus. His hand is wrapped around mine, warm and steady, and I'm following him like I've lost every survival instinct I spent years developing.
This is how girls end up on crime documentaries.
I've watched enough true crime to know the pattern. Girl meets mysterious boy. Girl ignores red flags. Girl follows boy to isolated location. Girl is never seen again.
Drake glances down at me, his mouth curving slightly. "What?"
"Nothing."
He stops walking. Turns to face me fully. The last light of day catches his features, softening the hard lines, making him look almost vulnerable.
"I'm not safe, Vera. Not in the way you need me to be. But I swear to you, whatever happens, I will n
