My breath comes quicker, and I’m cracking.
I hate that he sees it. His inhuman smile spreads, wider and wider, until it’s on the verge of devouring his entire face.
Honestly, I’m living a horror movie.
But I’m not about to let him turn me into a helpless deer.
Maybe when I was twenty, when I didn’t know any better, and when I was so desperate to be loved.
Not anymore.
Not by him.
“I saidleave me alone!” I snap, lunging at him. I push against his chest with all my might, and it must be the shock that moves him, because he’s taller and stronger than me. “I will call the cops. Just tryme.” Even if they don’t believe me—even if all they do is escort Harry off my lawn—it’ll be worth it. I can still get a police report.
If I’m lucky, I can make him leave.
Right now, I’ll do anything to get him away from me.
“Big mistake,” Harry whispers as he looks up, brushing himself off. His eyes are slitted and cold. Worst of all, he doesn’t fuckingmove. “Use your brain, girl. Think really, really carefully about your next move because—”
“Lena!” a rough voice explodes behind him.
I glance over Harry’s shoulder just in time to see Brady charging down on him like a raging bull.
Harry might as well be the matador’s red cape.
Holy shit!
I barely have time to move out of the way before Brady has Harry’s jacket in his hands, whirling him around, slamming him against my house’s old shake siding so fast I barely have a second to breathe.
Never mind scream.
With them next to each other, it’s obvious who’d win in a fight.
Against me, Harry feels huge, a human tower built to destroy.
But Brady—he’s an entire mountain. A dormant volcano like Mount Rainier, and right now, he’s erupting.
Holy. Shit.
His shoulders flex and bulge as he leans in toward Harry’s face, baring his teeth like a wolf.
Harry tries to shove him away, but that only makes Brady hold on tighter, choking him in a headlock until his eyes bulge and Brady’s knuckles whiten.
Harry’s jacket is ripped now. Torn down the middle.
Neither man seems to care.
Harry will when he gets home, though. He’ll hate the fact that Brady ripped his fancy clothes, and he might press charges.
He’s the first to scream to the authorities, even though he’d curse anyone who called them on his disgusting bully ass.
When he was at my doorstep, I knew I’d made an enemy.
Now, with Brady looming over him, I know Harry will stop at nothing to destroy me.
“Stay the fuck away from Lena,” Brady snarls as he lets go, watching Harry stagger a few steps back, gasping for breath.
