9
Caroline
I gazed after Oren as he fled the courtyard, and yes, fleeing was exactly what it looked like he was doing. He’d just lit out of here as if his ass were on fire.
Glancing at Zwinn, I pointed after him. “Seriously, what’s wrong with him?” He’d seemed...moody, distant, quiet: all adjectives I had never associated with Oren before. Concern flickered inside me.
“Maybe he figured out your trickery,” Quinn said, arching a censorious eyebrow as he wrapped an arm around Zoey’s waist and tugged her close.
Damn, he really didn’t approve of what I’d done, did he?
I gulped and glanced away. “Did you tell him?”
“No. But he’s not stupid, Caroline. If you keep this up, he will figure it out.”
Not sure how to answer that, I drew in a deep breath.
“What you’re doing can’t lead anywhere
