Chapter Twenty Six

Nicholas stared back at me, a look of anxious expectancy etched across his features as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. I quickly realized that I despised this particular look on him.

“Don't look at me like that,” I said and he turned away, not saying anything.

"We are here," he said softly.

"Where is here?" I asked carefully.

"My apartment complex," he replied nonchalantly and my heart stopped.

"Wait, what? Why are we here?" I asked, almost panicking.

"This really isn't the time to answer all of your questions…" he started but I cut him off.

“But…" I began and this time it was his turn to cut me off.

"Please, Ophelia. I have work to do and you are in no state to go home by yourself. Let's go."

And then he was out the door, and for some deranged reason, I followed after him.

No, it was not because of a deranged reason; It was just as if it was common sense to follow Nicholas Kendrick into his apartment building.

l ignored the uneasiness welling up inside of me as I walked