“Nash?”
“You know my name?” His voice was hoarse, and the hairs on Arlo’s arms stood on end. Something was wrong.
“Sure. Holly told me.”
“Holly?” Nash took a step closer, his eyes once again dark. Arlo must’ve been hallucinating, but he could’ve sworn they’d held a different color a few seconds ago.
“Yeah…the woman I was with. Where is she?” His heart slammed hard enough to knock on his ribs. Was she with him? “I have to get back. I can’t leave Holly with him.”
“Him?” Nash took another step closer, his hands hidden behind his back.
“That man. There is something not right with that man. I can’t leave Holly there…she wouldn’t understand.”
“And you do?”
Arlo’s lungs screamed for oxygen as he watched Nash crack his neck. His eyes flashed amber, and Arlo turned to see if there was a car coming, illuminating them—there wasn’t. A chill climbed his spine. “I-I have to get back.”
Nash rubbed his forehead. His hands looked normal—they hadn’t been normal before, had they?