Evan POV
After Megan and Jo went inside the tattoo parlor, I tucked my phone into the breast pocket of my black blazer and repeatedly swept my gaze over the area around the building. My intention had been to sit back, relax, and scroll through my social media accounts, but I was itchy and couldn’t focus. Every hair on my body was standing up as it usually did when these feelings arose. It was one of my gifts, a sort of early warning system, letting me know when something was about to happen.
Unfortunately, I never knew what that something was. I didn't get visions like Isabella, just a strong sense of impending doom. The closer the danger came, the edgier I felt. While I sat there watching and waiting, the feeling intensified, making it impossible for me to sit still. So, I decided to
