Eva crushed her phone, snapping her fresh manicure.

"Emily!" she spat the name like poison.

What kind of zombie game was this? And James didn't even mention it when he called! She had to find out through the grapevine.

Eva's finger hovered over the "Book Flight" button, then stopped cold.

Wait. James was with her now - she was his girl. So what if Emily pulled a Lazarus? James didn't love her anyway. Eva had won. Why ...