Grace’s POV
“What the---?” I bit back the curse, knowing that my parents would be utterly disappointed in me if they heard all this swearing. But then again, they were disappointed in me no matter what I did!
The house looked like a hurricane had passed through. The door was barely hanging on by its hinges, some of the windows were broken, and even from here, I could see that someone had turned over the furniture inside the living room.
“Stay here!” Prez ordered, getting off his bike while scanning the area, as if he expected someone to jump out at us from the bushes.
“Yeah, right!” I whispered-snorted and jumped off the bike. “And become a hostage! Not in this lifetime!”
Seriously, didn’t this guy know that every time the girl was left behind, she always became the victim of some thu
