Miles: Wait, what? Do you mean Eli doesn’t know about this?
Me: I didn’t want to worry him.
Miles: OMG, Arabella, don’t do this. Abort. Abort. Have you never watched a serial killer documentary? You are walking into a trap.
My determination wavers. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea? I should have thought things through properly.
But it’s too late, because my destination is drawing closer.
Me: No, I haven’t, and I’m at the Country Club.
Miles: Turn around and go home.
Me: I’ll text you once I’m with Jace.
Miles: I AM TELLING ELI.
Me: Please don’t. We are in a public place. There are plenty of people. I’m not a complete idiot.
Miles: You’ve got five minutes, and then I want another message.
The car rolls to a stop, and I pay the driver, then climb out. A few people are entering the building, and I fall in behind them. The place is busy, with tables full of families out having breakfast together. Once inside, I search for Jace.
He sees me first. He’s sporting a black eye and split lip from Eli’s beating at the church.
He waves at me from a table tucked in a far corner. I assure myself there’s no one else I know around, before weaving through the tables to join him.
He frowns when I stop beside him and snap a photo of us together.
“What are you doing?”
I send it to Miles. “Proof of life.”
Me: Not a trap so far :)
Miles: Message me again in five minutes.
Me: Yes, mother.
Miles: I’m serious, Arabella.
Me: ok, ok.
“Is that Eli?”
I take the seat opposite Jace and pin him with a stare. “You wanted to talk. So, talk.”
“Are you hungry? I can order you something?” He glances toward a roving server.
I shake my head. “I don’t want anything from you but words.”
He releases a long slow breath. “I didn’t know Evan was going to kill Kellan.”
“Is that it?”
“Evan wants to make Eli suffer.”
Unease crawls down my spine. “Why?”