But when someone was unhappy it was amazing how slow time seemed to move, the reality of life and everything moving around them going at a snail’s space. Three months had passed since she’d left Rick lying on the floor bleeding. She didn’t know if he was dead or alive, and, although she hoped for the former because it meant she and Alexa would be safe, another part of her didn’t want to be responsible for the death of a human, no matter how shitty that human was. But Zoey was hopeful, optimistic that Rick wasn’t coming after her. It had been months, and with no word from him maybe she was in the clear? She’d never told him her sister’s last name, that Alexa had once been married so their last names were different. Zoey had never told him exactly where Alexa lived. And Zoey wasn’t using her full name, not with the help of Alexa and Yvgeny, the man Zoey’s sister worked for. But Yvgeny wasn’t like other men. She knew he was into some shady things, things that were dark and corrupt, even.
