Chapter 8

Abby

Coming to the bonfire had been a bad idea.

I had known it the moment I agreed.

Liam’s warning from earlier kept replaying in my head.

They’re searching.

But Chloe had refused to let me spend another evening hiding inside her house, and somehow she had convinced me that one crowded bonfire near the lake was safer than sitting alone with my thoughts.

She had also tried to convince me that I needed different clothes, makeup, and something involving my hair.

I had won that argument.

Mostly.

Now I sat on a fallen log beside Noah, holding the same drink Chloe had handed me twenty minutes ago. I had barely touched it.

Noah, on the other hand, seemed determined to make terrible decisions for both of us.

“Watch this.”

He tossed a marshmallow into the air.

I already knew how this would end.

He tipped his head back and caught it in his mouth.

My eyebrows rose.

He grinned around