CHAPTER 21: A dented halo
She stood pressed up against my front door, chin lifted, eyes blazing, scrappy and stubborn and absolutely infuriating. It was almost amusing that she expected me to let her out simply because she demanded it.
“Open the door,” she snapped, blue eyes blazing. “Let me out. Now.”
I scoffed lightly, tilting my head to the side, and deliberately slowly, crossing my arms. “You know, you really should work on your act," I said. "All that moral superiority is a little hard to swallow after what I saw in the sheriff’s office.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed. “Whatever you think you saw is none of your business. Now let me out of here.”
I leaned an arm on the wall beside her head, deliberately closing the gap between us. “And if I don't?”
“I'll have you arrested for
