Nolan swallowed hard.
“Because I have very good reason to believe the person I’m looking for is connected to your past.”
17
DAVID
David was kissing Eve behind his cabin, and for the first time in almost three decades, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he could have something normal. Something good. Something that wasn’t about running and hiding and hunting ghosts.
Her lips were soft against his, her hands tangled in his hair, and?—
“Aunt Eve! Aunt Eve!”
Lila’s voice shattered the moment.
David and Eve drew apart, both breathless.
Eve looked dazed, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes soft in a way that made David’s chest ache.
“Aunt Eve!” Lila yelled again, closer now.
Eve turned, and Lila came stomping around the corner of the cabin, Brian right behind her.
Lila shoved something at David, her face flushed with anger.
“What is this?” she demanded.
“Lila!” Eve hissed, clearly shocked by the rudeness. He glanced at Brian, whose eyes were narrowed and pinned on David. “I’m talking to you...”
David took the object Lila had shoved at him, his fingers closing around it automatically. Anger flickered through him.
She’d been in his room. Rifling through his things.
Before he could say anything, lights filtered up the driveway, cutting through the trees. They were bright and blinding.
“Company!” Milly’s voice rang out from the front of the cabin. “It’s the kid!”
David’s eyebrows shot up.
The kid was here? He knew not to come here tonight.
He stepped around Lila, still holding the item that had been shoved angrily at him, and headed toward the driveway.
If the kid was here, breaking protocol, there was only one reason.
Trouble.
“Don’t just walk away from me!” Lila yelled, stomping after him.
“Lila, what on earth is going on?” Eve’s voice came from behind, confused and concerned.
Lila ignored her, rushing after David.
Dan and Milly appeared from around the side of the cabin, moving toward the driveway. Brian followed Lila.
David stopped at the edge of the cleared area as the car’s engine switched off. But the headlights stayed on, glaring bright enough to make him lift his hand to shield his eyes.
A figure stepped out of the driver’s side, silhouetted as a shadow against the lights.
