What is wrong with this guy? He just asked me not to make a sound, and now he wants me to answer him? Fear doesn't allow me to answer, still remembering the pain of him hitting me. My breathing remains heavy, but I force myself not to freak out.
This situation is like one that I've read in the books I read so often. I never imagined that I would be the girl in danger, waiting for a kind stranger to save the day. More than ever, I wish that Andrew would come storming out of the club and scare the red-eyed man away. Or better yet, I wish that Stefan will come rescue me and carry me away from here. Maybe then I can finally ask him why everyone keeps asking me if I know him.
I didn't know he was this popular.
Another sharp pain pierces my left side once again, and my lip cracks. A metallic
