I blink at him, but tears are still blurring my vision.
Have I been crying this whole time?
“Put your seatbelt on,” King demands again as his shoulders fill the open door frame.
Even if someone were to walk by right now, they wouldn’t even see me.
And if they did…
I can’t let someone die for me.
My hands are shaking so bad it takes me two tries to even grab the seatbelt.
My kidnapper sighs. “I’ll do it.”
Before I can stop him, King plucks the belt from my grip.
With one hand still on the doorframe, he leans into the vehicle, twisting his body and putting us chest to chest, as he reaches to click in my seatbelt.
Those wild golden eyes, that I thought I’d never see again, are so close. The small amounts of light from the streetlamps overhead reflect off his irises, and I don’t know
