Chapter Twenty-six
BROOKLYN "Spencer please stop," I mumble lightly. He doesn't answer and still moves fast his grip tightening. "You're hurting me, Spencer." This time I get his attention. He looks back at me and studies my face and then let's go of my wrist. I hold it with my other hand. "I'm so sorry. Get in the car. Please?" He walks over to the driver's side and gets in. I do as I am told and hop into the passenger side. We are driving down the road in silence until I ask the dying question. "What was that back there?" "Did he tell you his name?" He questions. "No," I say confused. "You just met Elijah King, Brooklyn. He is in town now." Spencer says. I sit back in my seat shocked. How did I not notice? I was too caught up in the fact that Elijah was creeping me out that I didn't ask his name.
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