Another fire put out. Now all that was left was the dinner with Mendy. The one thing I dreaded more than a mob boss or a demon. If she confessed tonight, I'd have to turn her down, and there was no universe where she'd be fine with me sleeping with half the people she knew—especially Kayla.
I stepped outside, breathed the cool air, and rubbed my face.
"Oh boy," I muttered. "Long day ahead."
*I was on my way to the car when someone stepped directly into my path. Sophia appeared out of nowhere, tossing the last drag of her cigarette aside and grinding it into the slush with the heel of her boot. Her hoodie cast a shadow across her buzzcut, and the scars on her cheeks were barely visible beneath it. She stood with her arms crossed, looking like she'd been waiting there for a while.
I hadn't even noticed her at first. She must've been leaning against the wall next to the exit, watching me leave.
"Evan," she said as her eyes narrowed on me. "I see you here again."
