Gianna
I move around the garage absentmindedly, careful to keep out of Roxanne and Braide’s way. The place smells like oil and hot metal, the air thick with exhaust and noise, but none of it really registers. My body is here. My head is somewhere else entirely.
Nothing about what just happened makes any sense.
Rhonda.
Who is she?
How does she know Dmitry?
Before he traveled? Did he tell her before he left?
Fuck. I’m doing it again. Losing my mind over him.
A dark chuckle slips out of me, hollow and humorless. My eyes burn almost instantly, that familiar sting warning me that I'm seconds away from crying. I blink fast, stare at the concrete floor, anything to keep them from falling.
“Are you good?” Braide asks.
He’s standing over me, broad shoulders blocking some of the harsh ligh
