Williams was waiting beside the car, a to-go coffee in hand. He didn’t mention my midnight detour with Marcus, and I didn’t ask how much he’d seen.
As he opened the passenger door, he leaned in just far enough for his words to stay between us.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Before I could ask what he meant, I saw why.
Clara was in the front seat.
“You’re looking sedate this morning,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me. She made sedate sound like a rare condition—slightly less reckless, temporarily less scandalous. I wondered what she’d have called finding Luca asleep in Kiara’s room.
This is not good.
“I hope you don’t have plans for this weekend,” Clara said once Williams pulled away from the curb, “or the next.”
Marcus and Aaron were nowhere in sight—no buffer. Clara look
