Roman shook his head. “I’m not supposed to go to Arcadeland again.”
“That’s why I came,” Marisa said. “I knew you’d think twice before coming back. I get that you’re not supposed to, but you have to do it. Trust me. It’s worth the risk.”
Roman heard the floor creak out in the hall. Chills raced through him. Marisa shot him a worried look. “Go,” he whispered urgently.
“Come to the arcade Saturday morning,” she whispered back, lunging toward the window. “Use any excuse. Just come.”