He levels me a stare that suggests he doesn’t give a s**t. “I’m going to whip that very perfect ass of yours until you run faster. We don’t have all day.”
I glare at him, completely and utterly shocked that he is dead serious. About my ass being perfect and the fact he is going to whip me with shadows until I run as fast as he wants.
“This is why you don’t have friends, by the way,” I point out. He laughs. “I have a girlfriend, so perhaps you’re wrong.”
I narrow my eyes at him. We stare each other down in the thick of the forest. Nothing but a few birds chirping as they wake up to make any sounds. “Touch me with that again, and I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”
“How?” he taunts, stepping closer. Sometimes I feel like he’s a shadow sent from hell just to torment me. “You couldn’t kill a f
