Chapter 5

That evening I packed up my stall and headed home. As usual, Steven trailed a few steps behind me.

I didn't push him away. In fact, because of Jonathan, I found myself paying more attention to the little flashes of strength in Steven.

So a quiet understanding formed between us.

He walked me to the mouth of the alley, watched me step inside my house, then turned and left.

Halfway down the street, a Jeep screeched up behind us—Jonathan's. He slammed the brakes right in front of me.

He jumped out, his face cold as iron, and grabbed my arm…