Chapter 93

It took Kayla being dragged to the back of an alleyway to come to a screeching halt, pulling her hand away from Dean. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Dean?” Kayla gasped, hair flying as she rubbed her sore arm. “Where did you even come from?” She already had a bigger problem to deal with, and he thought he could just materialize from nowhere?

“I just wanted to talk to you.” Dean said softly, stepping back and running his fingers through his hair why Kayla watched. And for the first time since he had pulled her away from the front of that office building, she allowed herself look at him.

Really look at him.

And what she saw was far from the Dean she had known and grown up with. He loooked a mess. A hot mess. “And what do you want to talk to me about? I thought I made things clear to you on the phone?” Kayla not out, looking around discreetly to see if there was an exit from the alleyway apart from the one which he had put himself in front of.

There was.

Thank goodness.

Dea