“So,” I said, awkwardly walking next to Zane toward the ice skating rink after our get-together at Rebel. Maria had asked him on a date, but Zane didn’t date. He f****d, apparently. Him and Maria had spent more time with each other, but I didn’t like the fact that he was part of the Triad because I didn’t want the same thing that happened to her with Javier to happen again. “What’s going on between you and Maria?”
He brushed some snow off his shoulders and pulled his jacket tighter around his torso. “We’re just friends.”
“Just friends?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to keep myself warm. God, even Lucifer’s kingdom wasn’t this cold… or maybe I had just been getting used to it down there. “You seem like you’re more.”
We passed the road where it happened—Mom’s murder,
