Shaking my head because I know I must be hearing things, I turn my attention back to the door I’m desperate not to open. Slowly, I turn the handle and brace myself for what I’ll find.
That’s when I hear my name again, sounding a little louder this time, but not loud enough, not distinct enough for me to make out who it is.
It’s vaguely familiar, and I pause for a second as I try to work out where I’ve heard it before.
Then I hear it again, only this time it’s right against my ear. So close I feel the brush of lips against the shell of my ear. “Savannah.” At the same time, a heavy hand presses down on my shoulder, the same shoulder I told Jeremy never to grab.
My reaction is instinctive.
I spin from the door and punch. Hard. Bone crunches.
An unexpected pain in my hand shocks me, and
