Her phone lights up. Instinctively, my eyes flash towards the screen, but it’s her snatching it up like the phone caught fire is what draws my attention to it. I quirk a brow, watching her glance nervously at me. “You don’t forgive me for keeping secrets, but yet you’re doing the same thing,” I state dryly. She deflates, now looking like a dog caught with the toilet paper in its mouth. “T didn’t want to worry you,” she mumbles. “About what?” I bark, holding my hand out expectantly for the phone. She groans, tucking it further into her chest. “Luke... he’s been texting me,” she starts. My eyes widen, alarm stark in my eyes. “Texting you about what? Just to hook up again?” Slowly, she shakes her head. “He’s been bugging me about you and what happened that night with Arch. I told him what you told the police. That someone pounded on the door, and he went missing after that. I guess he’s trying to figure out who it could’ve been.” “Fuck,” I curse, dropping my head in my hands. “Apparently, Max is going on a rampage,” she admits on a sigh. “Not only did his best friend die, but the entire family. They haven’t said it, but I’m not sure they believe it was the Talaverra’s rivals that killed the family. I told Luke you have nothing to do with it. And I think he bought it.” Words are left unsaid, so I say them for her. “For now.” Her lips tighten in response, and I realize that my shadow has just made me some dangerous enemies.