Eva's pov
Eva's heart slammed against her ribs.
She stepped back instinctively, clutching the grocery bags tighter.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here in a place like this?" he asked, moving closer.
“Don’t be shy.”
She tried to speak tried to form a sound but nothing came. Her throat worked uselessly, panic rising fast and choking.
His expression darkened slightly when no words came from her.
“Cat got your tongue?”
He reached out suddenly and she flinched, but it was too late. His hand slammed into the bags, ripping them from her grip. They hit the ground with a dull thud, spilling everything—apples rolling, cans clattering, a carton cracking open.
Panic flared in her eyes.
Celeste is going to kill me, she thought.
She dropped to her knees instantly, hands
