Talia had been inside the car for a few minutes already, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for Luara to come out of the house. It was weird to think she was now the friend's official security — weird, but also inevitable. Who else would have the balls for it? Who else would put up with Luara's explosive temper, her rushed orders, her irritating habit of getting into trouble before even warning anyone?

When the door finally opened, Talia straightened her ...