IMOGEN'S POV
Isaac's Mercedes pulled into my driveway, the engine purring to a stop. Through the windshield, I could see my house bathed in the yellow glow of the porch light. Safe. Home. Joseph was finally home.
But Isaac didn't get out right away. He sat there, hands still gripping the steering wheel, staring at something down the street.
"What is it?" I asked.
He pointed to a dark sedan parked two houses down. "That car. It looks familiar."
My stomach dropped. "You think David came with friends?"
Isaac shook his head slowly. "No. Something else." He rubbed his jaw, thinking. "Maybe I'm being paranoid."
"After today, paranoid might be smart."
He looked at me then, his eyes soft in the dim light from the dashboard. "Are you sure you'll be okay tonight?"
I nodded, though I wasn't sure of anything anymore. "Talia's here. We'll be fine."
