Emma Watson
The moment we stepped out of the warehouse, the weight of everything hit me at once.
Ray’s arm was bleeding. Vincent was left groaning on the cold floor. And my heart was still hammering from everything that had just happened.
But most of all—Ray had kissed me.
And I told him I loved him.
Even now, as we hurried toward his car, his grip on my hand was firm, unyielding, as if he was afraid to let me go.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
I climbed into the passenger seat as Ray started the engine. His jaw was clenched, his eyes sharp, but I could tell he was struggling.
“Ray,” I said softly, reaching for his arm.
“Not now, Em,” he murmured. “We need to get out of here first.”
I nodded, but my stomach twisted.
The warehouse district was mostly abandoned at this time of night, bu
