TWENTY-ONE
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“I think you owe me.”
Friday night, in the bar with Ben, Zara’s attention had been drifting, but it snapped back to him when he made that statement. The audacity of his smile prompted Zara to think he was making a joke. But she wasn’t in much of a joking mood.
The place was alive with people and the music was energetic. Raven and Swift were at their posts opposite the vast glass façade, and she was safe. But she was still in the dark as to what Brodie had meant about them being played. Brodie and Tuck whispered with each other or went out and left her alone. They were cooking something up and she didn’t know what it was.
“I owe you?” she asked.
Ben was still smiling, he held the neck of his beer bottle and pulled it closer. “We’ve seen each other every day. We’ve
