Ariel Beckham.
“This is the first place Ramirez will search!” Hannah shuts the blinds with a dramatic yank as night falls. I’m curled up in the corner of one of the rooms in Ramirez’s penthouse. She’s pacing, Noah’s arms are crossed. They’re arguing about where to stash me, as if I’m some contraband that needs hiding.
I hate this. I hate that I’ve dragged them into this mess. That I’m the reason they’re here, that they’re stuck arguing instead of, I don’t know, just living their lives. Noah hasn’t even looked at me properly. Not once. It’s like I’m invisible, or maybe he just doesn’t want to see me.
Hannah scoffs. “You better at least talk to Ariel before he finds out that we are here!” She storms out, leaving the door swinging behind her.
I stand, opening my mouth to start saying som
