I slammed the glove compartment shut and stared down at my thighs through wide eyes, hoping he hadn’t seen me just gawk at the gun for who knew how long. Swallowing hard, I pressed my lips together.
But why does he have a gun?! Does it have anything to do with that guy?
But why does he have a gun?! Does it have anything to do with that guy?“Sakura,” Mr. Avery said, not moving the car.
“Please, can you take me back to my car?” I whispered, wanting to get out of here ASAP.
“Sakura,” Mr. Avery repeated. “Look at me.”
After biting back my fear, I glanced over at him and gripped the ends of my skirt. My stomach twisted into tight knots, squeezing the life out of me. “Y-yes?” I murmured, voice so quiet that I couldn’t even hear it over my pounding heart.
He stared at me with those corrupt,
