How can I cry for a woman I’ve never met? I swallow again, hoping to shove the lump in my throat to my toes where it belongs. I have no idea where Seth is taking me. He’s sure footed, yet he glances over his shoulder every few seconds as if he is worried we’re being followed. I scan the empty roadway behind us. “Why are you so freaked right now? Is it because of that guy?” “He’s not helping.” “Is he one of those things?” “I don’t think so.” “Then why are you so worried?” “One can never be too careful.” I’m still not sure who that guy is, but he didn’t say anything to me other than I looked beautiful. I smirk at Seth, a little surprised and fascinated by his show of jealousy. “If one ever wants to have fun, one should relax. If he’s not a danger then what’s the problem? Don’t tell me you’re going to be a complete bummer on my first mission.” “Mission?” he asks with a laugh. “Isn’t that what this is? Like Nancy Drew or something?”
