HARPER
Our parents were home so I half hoped that one of them would save me from him before he unleashed whatever anger he seemed to be holding onto.
Kingsley’s fingers were still wrapped around the wrist he’d used to drag me in and I was unsure whether to settle on anger or fright the more I stared at his deep scowl. He seemed especially pissed at something and I was pretty sure he’d take it out on me whether I was responsible or not.
“You can’t get a single thing into that pea brain of yours, can you?” it was an angry whisper that made his voice sound venomous even though I was unsure of what he was referring to.
“What the hell is this about?” I bit back boldly and his anger seemed to worsen, he looked at me like my question had slapped him in the face and he was eager to retaliate.
