Melissa Pov“We’re fine,” I said quickly, though my voice shook.“No, we are absolutely not fine,” Aria cut in, shooting me a look that said are you crazy? “Troy was our ride, and I’m not about to call an Uber at midnight from a biker lounge parking lot. Do you know how many true crime podcasts start exactly like this?”“Aria…” I started.“It’s not safe,” the stranger said, his ice-blue eyes finding mine. A smile tugged at his lips… that was the first real expression I had seen on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m not a serial killer.”Despite everything , I almost laughed. “That’s exactly what a serial killer would say.”“Fair point.” His smile widened slightly. “But I’m offering anyway.”“I accept your offer. Thank you.”“So where are you going?”Aria told him her address, and we followed him to a sleek black Audi parked at the edge of the lot. Of course he drove something expensive.The ride was quiet. I sat in the back seat, pressed against the window, trying to hold back the tears . M
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