CHAPTER 12

Sutton The next morning, I turned to Mark as we were leaving the building and said, “I need just one second.” I could feel the heat of his gaze on my back as I made my way over to Frank. Slipping my hand into one of the pockets of my new coat I pulled out the horehound candy. Nico and I had stumbled upon a little candy shop, and after a great deal of begging, he finally let me go inside. Nico said that sugar was the Devil’s treat and that I needed to stay away from all carbs. I thought...