"SHH ... DON'T CRY," CROONED Zander as he leaned closer.
"I don't know why I'm crying! I care about you, too, but I was just so confused. Dante said you were playing me. I hated you. And now this?"
He tried to pull his arms apart and bit back a cry. "Yeah," he panted. "My shoulder may be broken." He lay still for a moment. "Don't worry. We'll figure this out. But, first, I want to know what he's done to you. Did he touch you ..."
"No! No, thank God!" Dante hadn't gone there, thank goodness. The thought had crossed my mind that he would, especially when he'd thrown out that "let's get to know each other" comment.
Zander let out a long sigh. "I was so worried. I looked everywhere for you."
"I don't even know where I am, so how did you find this place?"
"All I can say is that I just knew, or I guess I just felt where you were and followed you here. I know that sounds really weird, but I can't explain it any other way."