Page 162 of Obsession

“She hurts herself,” Harris spoke shortly, and I couldn’t control the shock on my face.

“She hurt herself when you left her?”

He just nodded, without giving me any more details, and I didn’t want them either.

“I never had a serious relationship. I accepted her back because I didn’t want her to do something stupid because of me and there wasn’t anyone else to grab my attention.”

I raised my head and our eyes collided. Harris’ fingertips gently brushed over my cheek.

“You’ve been the only one on my mind since the first second I saw you, Katherine.”

I smiled and pressed my head into his palm.

I didn’t want to talk about Amber and what she might do because of Harris. I didn’t want to feel guilty about it either. Harris and I had started our chapter, and she wasn’t a character in it anymore.

“Anyway, where are you going to take me?” I asked eventually, changing the subject.

He smirked over my lips.

“To a place that’s much more fun than a movie theater.”

He helped me get back into my seat before I could end up without my clothes on.

“I don’t care what you’re going to do with Joshua anymore, but I want you to promise me you’ll leave Zac alone this time. He’s not a threat for you.”

He seemed to weigh my words, then that smug grin of his returned to his face.

“Good,” he said, and stepped on the gas pedal, but the fact that he didn’t promise hadn’t escaped me.

He drove for about ten miles with the same crazy speed, then I was distracted by some strong lights that lay in front of us. We were out of the city’s agitation and found ourselves in a strange, broken-down neighborhood, seemingly close to the port.

There was one street that led to the center of the agitation. Tens of people roamed around their cars, each putting their ownwheeled jewelon display. Thick smoke, strong lights breaking through the darkness of the night, the powerful bass of the music which made the ground vibrate, all that excited and scared me simultaneously.

“Where are we?” I asked again, curiously analyzing the faces around when we entered the crowd.

Most of them seemed to be teenagers, even if their faces and behavior were far from a flock of educated kids.

As soon as they recognized Harris’ car, a wave of shouts and whistles turned towards us, all of them loudly expressing their excitement because thedemonhad joined them.

I looked at Harris, who was smiling in a triumphant, relaxed manner, something I didn’t think would happen again tonight.

He sped up and I a silent, terrified wince escaped me when the car began to spin in place, in the middle of everyone. Thick smoke caused by the brakes raised around the car, and the engine seemed to roar right under us, ready to explode from the pressure. People gathered around the car, unconscious about the fact that they could be thrown over the hood at any given moment.

“This is fun,” he answered eventually.

He stopped the car, and I flew into the seatbelt again. This thing was becoming painful for my ribs.

I felt my stomach raise in my throat, then my pulse accelerated. I needed heart pills around this boy.

“Awesome,” I mumbled, trying to regain control over my intestines.

Harris gave me a devilish grin, then he got out of the car. Another wave of cheers took over him. He saluted everyone, raising one hand to wave as he closed the door behind himself. The contrast of the image was rather funny. He looked like a king among his subjects, a demonic king who was capable of beheading those who stepped over his word, as he had probably done with Joshua. Thinking about his upset my stomach again.

Tens of cars and tens of teens, all of them out of the ordinary.

He took a few steps in from of the car, the image of his back muscles rippling still maddening me, now more than ever, because I had missed every part of him. He looked utterly amazing under the neon lights. That black T-shirt perfectly molded over his abbs, as I could count the squares on it. Even if it was still dirty with blood, that didn’t take away from his attractiveness. Harris would probably look sexy covered in mud. Yes, he most certainly would.

His friends greeted him, Jay and Ty shaking his hand then brotherly hugging him, and V playfully punched his shoulder, then also gave him a hug. They were happy he got out okay. I was too.

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