Veronica's eyebrows raised. Sam's weirdness was really off the chart, but that's exactly what she was afraid of. She didn't know how she and Logan could work out long-term now--not without bloodshed, at least.
Because she was prey. And if she wasn't, well, her friends were. People she cared about were. The general population was. And Veronica was the girl that just put away a murderer. How could she date one?
"I agree with you," she said. Veronica licked her lower lip. "I just... I mean, I know they're here. In the city. So how're they surviving without everyone attacking them with pitchforks?"
She really did want to know. She'd pry Sam about himself in a minute.