Chapter 8

"Clara." Nolan Everett, the center of everyone's attention, clenched his palms nervously and stepped toward me. Relief washed over his face when he saw I was unharmed. He moved to pull me into his arms—but before he could, Lola seized his wrists. "Don't let this man fool you," Lola announced loudly, her voice sharp with false concern. "He's not Nolan Everett. Think about it—would a world-class researcher really dress himself up like some flashy show pony?" She paused for effect, scanning...