Driving with Zara was beyond awkward. Honestly, it felt like sitting next to a predator, like she could snap at any moment, tearing through whatever façade she’d put on. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she might hurt me just to get closer to Kyle or Mason—or maybe both. But, to my surprise, she hadn’t made any moves against me. Not yet.
The whole situation was starting to feel odd. I needed somewhere to put down my thoughts, to make sense of everything that was happening. A notebook would be useful, but that could easily be found. No, I needed something more personal, something only I could access. Maybe my phone, I thought, recalling the notepad app. That might work—if I could figure out how to lock it.
I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the apps, when Zara broke the silence.
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