Ace
Tonight it would storm — the perfect weather to curl up with a good book and some hot cocoa.
"Come on, I'll take you home," Ace called from behind me.
I knew he was following him, I just hoped he would remain silent so I could forget his presence, "I'm good, thanks."
He chuckled which had my feet faltering. It was a chuckle that sounded as if it came from the depths of hell, "Get in the car, Miranda."
I swallowed the lump lodged in my throat and slowly turned to meet his hard glare, "Really, I can walk home."