6
McKayla
The car ride over to my apartment was quiet, and I preferred it that way because my thoughts ran nonstop. I wasn’t trying to get on his bad side, but he made it hard to talk to him to reach some type of common ground. All I wanted to do was go back to my normal life. Now I was thrust into a new world that didn’t make any sense to me. We finally stopped in front of my apartment, and I reached to open the door.
“Never open a door when you are with me.” He glared at me.
I pulled my hand back in surrender.
“Sorry.”
“Enzo will go with you upstairs. You have twenty minutes to get as much as you can.”
“What’s the rush?”
“Now, McKayla, we talked about you asking personal questions.”
“Right, sorry. It’s the journalist in me.”
“Try to not pack a lot of things. I can have my assis
