The chill in the evening air didn’t bother me. Not half as much as the frost now running through my veins.

Rueben kept shouting my name behind me, but each step I took away from the arcade was like a nail sealing his coffin. I didn’t look back, not once. Not even when I heard his footsteps rushing behind me, desperate and pathetic.

I got into my car, slammed the door with such force that my diamond waist chain rattled under my crop top, and inhaled deeply. My fingers clenched around the ...