“Mr. Farden?” I nervously smiled, trying to make it seem as if everything was alright—as if Gareth hadn’t just warned me, or as if the man and the woman next to him didn’t look intimidating at all.
“Who was that you were talking to, Dana?” Mr. Farden asked as he took a step closer. His two companions proceeded to block any routes of escape. “Does anyone know you’re here? Did you bring anyone else with you?”
“I-I didn’t,” I lied, not too convincingly. “That was just my brother, Martin, asking me about something.”
In my head, I was still trying to make excuses for Mr. Farden. Maybe these were just his friends? Maybe Gareth was wrong and after they send me back, they’ll just come back here and let me be. Maybe.
But even as I thought of a hundred possible explanations, the fear in my gut t
