She pulled into the parking lot and I slowed, trying to decide whether I would wait for her to come back out, or just go home. A car honked at me to keep moving, so I followed her, cursing out the jackass whose balls were on fire so bad that he couldn’t slow down for ten seconds.

Shelby whipped into a parking spot and took a solid minute to mess with her hair in the rearview mirror. She slathered lipstick on her mouth and finally got out. I decided I would wait for her to walk by, and then would leave. I had no interest in watching Shelby Gray be the center of fabulous for a whole night.

She went straight to the giant wooden doors, clicking along on her ridiculous heels, and I was just about to pull out when I saw someone join her. From my position, all I could see was the back of a small, frail-looking girl. Circle skirt and bikini top. Strappy heels just as ridiculous as Shelby’s. And long hair.

Long, blond, celebrity-luxurious hair.

I froze, my hands rooted in place on the steering wheel. My fingers had gone cold and tingly. The interior of my car lit up in gold fireworks. I slammed my car into park and picked up my phone. My thumb was poised over the keyboard, ready to text Chris, when I remembered that he didn’t want to be in my drama anymore. He wasn’t interested in whether or not I’d found Luna.

Even if I finally had.

AFTER SOME INTERNAL debating, I decided to go home before following Shelby up to the rooftop of the hotel that claimed Blue Yonder as one of its amenities. I definitely wasn’t going to blend in wearing the jeans and tee that I was wearing. But going home to change was going to cost me about an hour. I was counting on Shelby and Luna needing to be seen for at least longer than that.

I was pretty sure I could count on it.

I went home and raced up to my room. Dad called after me from his office, but I yelled back that I was only stopping in and would be home later. He said something in return, but I shut my door. I didn’t have time yet to deal with him. I may have been convinced that the Hollises were behind my mom’s murder, but that didn’t mean I was 100 percent convinced that he wasn’t also behind it. It seemed unlikely, given that Hollis obviously hated him. But maybe he was willing to do it to get back in Hollis’s good graces. Or to protect himself from the man who’d vowed revenge on him.