Chapter 196

• Her gaze darted back to the screen as if that would save her. Zayne’s hand was already creeping over the back of the couch behind her, not touching but close enough to make her swallow hard, and I leaned an elbow on my knee just to get closer to her shoulder, closing in, closing in, like wolves hunting the sweetest little deer who thought she could schedule her own downfall.
• The movie did some dramatic twist, someone betrayed someone or whatever; but all that mattered was Milicent shifting, thighs pressing tighter together, her fingers twitching on her lap like she didn’t know where to put them, like she wanted to hold onto something but she was terrified to choose which one of us it’d be.
• “You planned all this for us.” Zayne’s voice slid over her skin like warm honey. “Don’t make it sound weird,” she muttered, but her voice got weak in the middle and she knew we heard it.