Jenny
I knew something had changed the second Liam hung up.
His jaw was locked, eyes straight ahead, one hand loose on the wheel like the other was ready to reach for the weapon under his jacket.
“Where is he?” I asked softly.
“Close,” Liam said.
I felt it then—the shift in the air I’d felt at the carnival, the same one that made me drag Poppy out before the rides even stopped spinning.
Except this time, it was heavier.
Closer.
Like the storm was finally here.
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