It’s a Thursday afternoon, and I’m lying on my back on Maya’s bed, watching the ceiling fan whirl around.
“Did you hear?” Maya says. I move my eyes away from the ceiling fan to look at her, listening. “Five have gone missing in the past three days.” She takes off her tank top.
Killian had told me about it this morning over breakfast. “Yeah, it’s all over the news,” I say.
After tossing her tank top on the hardwood floor, Maya tilts her head, baring her neck—and waits.
“Do I have to be here for this?” I ask, trying to keep the grimace from showing on my face. I watch as Em shifts closer to Maya.
“What are you talking about? You’re always here for this,” Em says. But then she stops moving to look at me, studying my face. “Is this making you uncomfortable?”
“It’s just that… after that v
