So where was I? Oh yeah—being dragged to god-knows-where by the scariest guy on campus.
Every step took me further away from where people were. The once-busy hallways had thinned out until there was no one in sight.
No witnesses.
I swear, I didn't even do anything this time! Well… besides pissing him off by not following him, but was that really worth kidnapping me over?
And did I tell you I was freaking the hell out?
Because I was.
Reed's grip on my wrist was vice-like, his long fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise. My free hand twitched, itching to fight back, but something deep inside me screamed: Don't.
Not yet.
I wasn't dumb. I knew the difference between picking a fight I could win and one I wouldn't walk away from.
And right now?
Reed wasn't just mad. He was furious.
The kind of quiet, simmering rage that promised violence if I pushed the wrong button.
Still, that didn't mean I was going down without a fight.
