CHAPTER 22
I DIDN’T KNOW which version of Mitch came back from Wolf’s Corner because when we arrived at the cabin, he disappeared up to his studio, and I didn’t see him again for the rest of the day. Even for dinner, which I’ll admit left me slightly peeved. I’d used some of my newly bought ingredients for a pie, including making the puff pastry from scratch, and that took ages. In the end I gave up waiting, covered his plate in tinfoil, and left it on the side with a note.
I lay awake for hours, thinking over the day. It seemed crazy, what with the threat of death hanging over my head and all, but I’d felt happy. Mitch showed me a different side, relaxed and caring, and it was something I liked a lot. Too much, in fact.
Every brush of his fingers seared into my skin like fire, and when
