“There’s a note on the floor. Vanessa used it to make Dr. Andrews think I was threatening her. It has my name on it . . .” I trail off, panic swelling in the place on my tongue where more words should be.
“If she wanted you to be caught for this here and now, she would’ve called the police while we were in the house,” Jayce says, matter-of-factly. “She’s moved us like chess pieces all morning. She wants us off the property, and I’m happy to go. You want to go try to play on police sympathies, I wish you all the best of luck. But I won’t be going along. I don’t know how you plan to save Lucas from a jail cell.”
Lucas. His name is cool rain on the wildfire within.
“Okay.” I plant my hands on my hips, forcing myself upright. I search the woods, looking for some sign from Vanessa, but all I
