Page 235 of Only Be Mine

The look wasn’t a threat.

It was a test.

Choose.

My mouth went dry.

If I went outside, I was declaring sides.

If I stayed, I was surrendering ground.

Trevor’s eyes held mine.

Calm.

Confident.

Certain.

He didn’t believe I would defy him again so soon.

I stood and walked toward the door slowly.

Trevor didn’t stop me, that would look bad.

He stepped aside instead.

Barely.

I crossed the threshold.

The air outside hit my lungs like freedom and panic at the same time.

Seth didn’t speak until the door shut behind us. “Marshal’s on his way,” he said quietly.

Everything inside me went cold. “What?”

“He got your voicemail. He didn’t like your tone. He thinks you’re under pressure.”

My pulse roared.

Trevor was two feet away.

Inside.

Listening.

“He can’t just show up,” I whispered.

“He can,” Seth said. “And he is.”

The front door opened behind me.

Trevor stepped onto the porch, his smile intact. “What’s this?” he asked pleasantly.

Seth turned, and for the first time since all of this began, he didn’t mask the hostility. “It’s over,” Seth said.

Trevor’s smile thinned. “For you,” he replied.