After driving like a maniac through Redwood to Sakura’s house, I parked my car two houses down, near some tall hedges, and gripped my steering wheel. It had been hours since she’d left Escape, and she still wasn’t home yet.
hours I waited and waited and waited.
Until a car pulled onto the road from behind me, the headlights glaring into my rearview mirror. When she passed me, I pulled off the side of the road. Sakura paused for a moment, slowing down by her house and then continuing down to the next street. She parked on the side of the road.
Once I parked behind her, I stormed out of my car toward hers.
She yanked the key out of the ignition and stepped out of the driver’s seat, brow furrowed in an angry stare. “What are you doing here, Callan?”
“What the hell were you doing at Escap
