LUCAS’ POV.

“No, I don’t know her.” I replied, and was technically saying the truth, or maybe it was a half-lie and a half-truth. He asked if I knew Emily, but I didn’t. She was still a stranger to me. I knew her identity, which made me a liar, but apart from that, I knew nothing about her. Her personality, where she lived, where she worked. I didn’t know anything about her, so that passed as the truth.

“Why did you ask?” I asked, and he sighed.

“It was just something about the way she stared at you when she first saw you. It was like she was seeing a...