Devon didn’t ask. He just grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the road, away from my neighborhood.
“Hey—what are you doing?” I yanked against his grip, but his hand was like iron.
“You’re not going home.” His voice was clipped, final.
“Excuse me? Yes, I am. My mom—”
“You’ll thank me later.” He didn’t even look at me, just kept walking, strides so long I had to half-jog to keep up.
I dug my heels into the sidewalk. “Devon, seriously, I’m not in the mood for your mysterious bad boy crap right now—”
He spun, eyes flashing in the dim streetlight. “You almost died tonight.”
The words hit harder than I wanted to admit. My throat closed.
He must’ve seen the flicker in my face, because his grip softened. Just a little. “There are eyes on you, Ivy. If I leave you alone, they won’t stop unti
