He crowds my space, making me back into the frame until my head bumps the roof. “I’ve already proven to you what I’m willing to do to accomplish my goal tonight, Raven. If I have to bind your hands and feet to make you stop fighting and get you into this thing, I will. Or I guess I can just strap you to the fucking roof.”
I gape at him. “You wouldn’t!”
A sinister grin pulls at his lips. “Try me, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that.”
He scoffs. “Believe me, it wasn’t a compliment or a term of endearment. Now, get in.”
I hate him.
That might not even be a strong enough word.
Loathe.
That’s stronger than hate.
And I truly loathe Connor McBride for what he’s doing right now.
He stalks around to the driver’s side, turns the key, and waits as I debate my options. I can feel his eyes on my back, but I refuse to turn and look at him, to give him any satisfaction in knowing I’m trapped.
Because he’s right.
There is no one else on the homestead.
And since Connor made me leave my phone at my apartment, there isn’t any way to call for help even if I managed to get service up here—which is spotty, at best.
Shit.
He might have been joking about strapping me to the roof, but he sure as hell wasn’t about tying me up if he needs to. Something tells me this man would get some sick pleasure from that.
Which doesn’t leave me any choice…
I slowly turn to face him, only to find him looking straight ahead rather than at me at all. “Fine. I’m coming, but I want you to answer a question first.”
He turns his head toward me. “What’s that?”
“Why are you doing this?”
I don’t understand what he hopes to accomplish.
There’s no way he’s going to talk me out of doing this story, and we both know it, so I don’t understand what his goal is. It sure as hell isn’t “keeping me safe” like he said earlier.
Connor McBride doesn’t give two shits about what happens to me.
He shakes his head. “I wish I fucking knew. Now, get in.”
CONNOR
The higher I drive up the mountain in the small ATV, the more tense and thick the chilly night air between me and Raven grows. Only the sound of the engine breaks the uncomfortable silence, but I know she would be giving me an earful if she could.
She sure as hell did on the way to the homestead…
And she has every right to be pissed.
Fucking Christ.
What the hell am I doing?
