Chapter 4
I turned around to walk home and bit back a curse when my heel came down on something sharp. Balancing on one leg, I lifted my injured foot in the air and groaned when I spotted the bottle top clinging to my heel. It had been partially buried beneath a clump of leaves. I pulled it off, hoping it hadn’t punctured the skin. Blood welled from a circular cut and I winced at the sting that erupted now it had been exposed to the air.
Fist clenched around the bottle top, so I could put it in the bin when I got home, saving anyone else from standing on it, I gingerly placed my injured foot on the ground.
‘I’ll give you a lift. My car’s right over there,’ said Daniel’s friend, getting in front of me and pointing to the dark blue sedan parked across the road.
Eyebrows raised, I stared
