My ears perk up to the sound of footsteps, and my lungs seize.
The deliberate strides stop.
I crawl to the door.
Try to close it.
Tears sting behind my eyes.
Something’s in the way.
There’s a throaty chuckle.
I rise to my knees, shoving at the door with both hands.
And come eye-to-eye with Kline.
“You. Can’t. Prove. Anything.”
I tumble onto my ass, scrambling to get away. I scoot backward, my feet slipping as I kick against the floor.
His hand wraps around my ankle.
He pulls me to him.
I spin onto my stomach, scraping my fingernails across the linoleum.
He flips me over.
I stare at him.
He works his jaw.
“I have evidence,” I hiss. I kick and thrash in vain.
He leans over me, whispering into my ear. “Use it. I dare you.”
28
Tail Between My Legs
Dax
Friday, June 2 nd
10:20 p.m.
“I have good news and bad. Good—the guys are downstairs at the bar. Bad,” Bree tilts her head toward the sky, “you have to move.”
“From here?” I point at the grass beneath my feet. Did I step in something, or am I about to?
“No, the city.”
I guffaw. “Whatever. You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m being serious. We can’t have you running into Dani anymore. And the solution—you move.”
“I’m not moving. I won’t rearrange my life because she’s a psycho.”