POV: Kesley

He was already in the car park when I arrived.

Not waiting by the entrance the way he had last time, arranged carefully for maximum effect. This time Zachary was sitting in his car with the window down, and he looked like a man who hadn't slept properly in days and was running on something that wasn't quite energy, but was keeping him upright through sheer stubbornness.

I noticed the difference straight away.

The practised composure was gone. Not cracked at the edges the way it got when things weren't going his way, actually gone, stripped off completely, leaving something underneath that I hadn't seen on Zachary Jonas's...