The car ride back is excruciatingly quiet. Chase doesn't say a word, or even look at me for that matter. When we arrive, he strides around to my side and opens my door. I steady myself on his arm, still feeling dizzy from the alcohol and adrenaline. He takes this opportunity to wrap his free arm firmly around my waist. I let him, it’s comforting and keeps me upright, plus it’s a pleasant contrast to the touch of that creep from earlier. Inside, Chase doesn't loosen his grip. He guides me to the elevator, up to the fourth floor, and past my room.
"Where are we going? You just dragged me past my room!"
My voice is a cross between a whisper and a yell, in response Chase shushes me and mimes a finger over his lip. We reach the end of the hall, where a large arched door is slightly ajar. The
