Her scalp was on fire. Metaphorically speaking, but it might as well have been literal. Danielle felt as though her hair was being pulled out from its roots.
“Arg!” she cried out. Her hands wrapped around the hand fisted in her hair. She tried to pull the hand down and closer to her scalp to stop the stinging pain, but the man only jerked her like a rag doll, causing a fresh wave of hot pain to wash over her causing her eyes to water and her anger to go up several notches.
Danielle had to wonder if someone had put her picture under the definition of bad luck in the oxford dictionary because damn, her luck sucked big time.
Following her talk with JC, Danielle had run out of the house and made for the trees without so much as a backward glance. The old man had refused to go with her, cla
