Mason gains on me in no time—not that that’s exactly a challenge with my gigantic cast weighing me down. “Don’t be so stubborn, Sofes,” I hear him say, the amusement and mockery still clear as day in his voice. I frown instantly, even more annoyed that, after everything this tool has done, he’s both nonchalant and audacious enough to talk to me as if we’re actually friends. Don’t call me that… Suddenly, I feel a hand grabbing at my upper arm, long, strong fingers tugging at… Read More
Oh, Christ, not him! Anyone but him. Mason Gabehart is the absolute last person on Earth I want to see or deal with right now. Heck, I’d be over the moon if I never had to see his obnoxious jerk face ever again. And yet, there he stands, almost twenty feet away looking right at me, forcing me to acknowledge his unwanted presence. God, this day just keeps getting better and better.
I wince as remember the startled scream that left my lips when I realized what was happening, but it was already too late. Even after I fell, shock and shame had rendered my body paralyzed for several seconds, and all I could do was lie on the wooden floor in absolute horror, feeling deflated and humiliated. I just wanted to curl up and disappear. I still kind of do.