Laura
Oz hadn’t wanted to let me walk down the mountain. And he was mad at me. That much was clear from his face when he opened the door to the monstrosity of a car parked on the nearest back road. There were two of them, the keys still in the ignition.
They were brave indeed if they thought they wouldn’t get pinched had the youths of the town come across them unlocked and ready to go. Brave or maybe just a little bit stupid.
“Get in.”
I did as he asked, blinking the rain that had begun to fall out of my eyes. When I had rushed from my apartment, I hadn’t grabbed a raincoat and my hoody was soaked, clinging and heavy against my skin. I reached for the seatbelt and Oz got there first. We both froze.
I lifted my eyes to him in shock as his growl vibrated through the interior of the car
