Chapter 8
“You gotta see him, then you’ll understand.” In the long warehouse hallway, Nick looked over his shoulder at me. “You’ll see.”
When I’d come out of school this afternoon, I’d found him leaning up against his car door in the school’s parking lot, looking both gorgeous and dangerous. I’d nearly run to him, but had managed to keep myself together. I’d climbed into his car and hadn’t even asked where he was taking me. I’d hoped it was at the other end of the world, so we could drive forever.
“Follow me.” Now, Nick led the way down the hall. We we’re in a big building near the canal, some kind of warehouse or factory. I peeked into open doors down the long corridors that were soaked in winter’s light. There were musicians here. I could hear someone playing a cello.
Nick stopped an
