Candace blinked hard, trying to control her tears. Was Wyatt using her? She didn't know if he could do that, but his last question sounded threatening.
Wyatt stared at her blankly. But she held his gaze as the wind picked up more, the trees bent further down. The animals around stopped their movements and chattering. All the forest felt her distress. Candace scolded herself. Her mother wouldn’t have been so reckless. She talked with him, opened up about who she was. And he was using her.
Wyatt looked up, watching the trees. Listening. He slowly looked down.
“Candace.” His voice was soft, barely heard above the breeze and the rustling of the tree’s leaves.
Candace’s eyes hardened, and she turned to run. In a flash, Wyatt grabbed both of her wrists and she stilled, amazed by his refl
