(Scarlett’s POV)
He's standing by the Korean BBQ truck, maybe fifty yards away, but he hasn't seen us yet. He's talking to someone on his phone, gesturing with his free hand.
"Scarlett?" Dorian notices my sudden stillness. "Everything okay?"
"Actually, I just remembered Lily wanted to go on the rides." My voice sounds strained even to my own ears. "There's a small carnival section on the other side of the park."
"But I'm getting butterfly wings!" Lily protests.
"We'll come back after the rides," I promise, already lifting her from the chair. "The artist will still be here."
The face painter looks confused but shrugs. "I'll be here until six."
I force myself to walk calmly toward the opposite end of the park, every nerve screaming at me to run. Dorian falls into step beside us, and I
