Chapter 4
Mallory woke up in the morning still fully clothed, the sheets up over her head, panic like ice in her veins. The events of yesterday with Garnett Millieur yelling at her were still fresh in her mind.
More than yelling—he had terrified her. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been that scared by any man. There was something about him. Something he kept buried away beneath a carefully crafted façade. Something she couldn’t identify. Whatever it was, it frightened her.
She pushed her way up out of the covers and out of the bed and immediately went to her dresser. Her backpack and her dufflebag, all the luggage that she had to her name, were still piled next to the dresser and she went drawer by drawer, taking out shirts and pants and socks and stuffing them into her
