I frown. “What?”
He marches even closer, and I step back in response, but when my back hits the wall, I have nowhere else to go except straight into his arms.
Shit.
I’m trapped.
“Don’t make me ask again, Aspen.” He sounds unhinged.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I respond.
“Tell me his name, or I swear to God—”
“You’ll what? Kill him?” My face contorts, and his dark brown eyes flicker with rage at the sight. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” he growls back, towering over me. He plants a hand on the wall beside me, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “You think I’m a monster? Wait until you see what I’ll do to him if you don’t stop this. Right now.”
“Touch Grey and I will make you regret it,” I hiss, my hand hovering closer and closer to my pocket.
He tilts his head and grins before tapping his finger onto my chest. “See? You did know his name.”
Rage floods my veins, and I reach into my pocket, grasp the pencil, and stab his arm, but it doesn’t even seem to faze him as the blood rolls down his forearm. He grabs my wrist and slams me into the wall, knocking the sharpened pencil out of my hand.
“A pencil?” He scoffs. “That’s what you wanted to kill me with? Pathetic.”
“Motherfu—”
When I try to hit him with my other hand, he grabs that wrist too and forces them both up above my head with just one hand.
The devious smirk on his face makes me question everything I thought I knew.
“You can’t win this, Aspen.”
“Stay away from Grey,” I growl.
“I will … if you stay away from him too,” he says.
“Fuck you,” I spit. “You don’t get to dictate who I hang out with. We’re not friends anymore, remember?”
His eyes narrow. “You thought we were friends?” He leans in so close to my neck that my body erupts into goose bumps as his nostrils flare. It’s almost as if he’s … smelling me?
“I was never,evergoing to be your fucking friend.”
Fuck him.
My teeth grind together. “I hate you.”
He laughs against my skin. “Good, hate me. Loathe me. Remind me every fucking day of the week how much you despise seeing me still breathing while you’re out here hoping I take my very last breath.”
“You said it yourself. You killed my sister,” I say.
“You want me to die?” Suddenly, his tongue dips out to lick my neck right below my ear. “Too late. I’m already dead.”
His free hand slips down my body, and I’m fighting so hard not to let it get to me, but the moment he dives between my legs, I’ve lost.
Oh God, what is happening right now?
“Why?” I mutter.
