"Out of my way, Frayer!" I panicked, shoving against his broad chest with all the strength I could muster.
He didn't budge an inch. He stood on the porch like a brick wall, his hazel eyes locking onto my masked face. He dropped the paper bag of pastries onto the wooden porch bench without taking his eyes off me.
"Kelsie," Frayer said, his voice dropping low. "What is this? Why are you wearing a new wig and carrying a packed bug-out bag on a Sunday morning?"
"I don't have time to explain!" I whimpered, my voice muffled beneath the dark cloth mask as I tried to slip past his left side. "Let me go!"
Frayer stepped smoothly to his left, completely blocking the path down the porch steps. He reached out, catching my other shoulder in a grip so firm it completely anchored me in place.
"You'
