Reed
I froze.
The words hit me like ice water down my spine.
Skull stood and reached out, grabbing me with one hand—just one—and yanked me in like I weighed nothing. His grip was like a vice. Solid. Crushing.
Panic surged in my chest.
I twisted, kicked, tried to get free—but it was like struggling against a tree.
“What the f**k is this?!” I yelled. “Whatever joke you think this is, it's not funny! I’m not supposed to be here!”
Skull’s grip tightened, thick arms like steel coils locking me in place. His chest was solid, his body hot like a furnace, and every instinct in me screamed that I needed to get out—now. My heart was thundering so hard it drowned out every other sound.
“No—no, get your hands off me!” I jerked, twisted, tried to slam my elbow back into his ribs, but it was use
