Chapter 132

"YOU REALLY THINK MY place is dangerous?" Andrea handed Zain her keys.

"I'd rather be safe than sorry." He shifted the rental car into park then took her keys.

"The blue key. You don't seriously think I'm in danger here, do you? That stuff was at the con. Hundreds of miles away." She was clinging to the hope that the attack, the fliers, were some random asshole who hated the game, that it wasn't a personal attack. And she was ready to change into clean clothes. Her clothes. Stuff that fit. "You're being paranoid."

"I'm okay with that."

"Fine. Suit yourself."

Andrea cradled her latte and sat back, content to watch Zain's backside as he walked to her front door. The apartment was a point of pride for her. The first true mark that she'd succeeded as an adult. It was small, but it was hers, and she'd managed well enough on her own. Unlike Crystal, Andrea hadn't come from money. She'd had to scrape things together for school. Somehow, it'd all worked out. At least until now.