Page 121 of His White Moonlight
I waited until he was sitting to poke the brushed leather seats.
“Whoever you’re meeting must be important,” I said.
“Not as important as you are.”
I made a face and focused on the drive.
When we reached downtown, he dropped me off in front of the high-end clothing shops where I’d agreed to meet Sophia.His hands settled on my shoulders, trapping me on the curb before I could escape.
“Call me when you’re done or if you run into any trouble.”He leaned down until we were eye level and ran a finger over my cheek where the bruise had almost faded to nothing.“Don’t run into any trouble.”
It wasn’t a command as much as it was a plea.
“I’ll do my best to avoid doors, the pavement, and she-bitches.”
He sighed and shook his head.
“I’ll be fine.Go meet up with your important person.”
I twisted out of his hold, but he caught my arm.
“Wait.Take this.”
I looked down at the credit card he was holding out.
“Why?”
“So you can buy whatever you want.”
“I’d rather have the five grand and the bank account I’m owed.”
His expression shifted, showing his frustration.
“Wrenly?”
We both glanced at Sophia, who was watching us with a hint of concern.
“Everything all right?”she asked.
“Yep.It’s fine.”Ignoring the card Bennett was offering, I stepped out of his hold and hurried over to her.
“You sure?”
The sound of the car’s engine as he left drained the tension from my shoulders.
“Absolutely.Ready to window shop?”
“Window shop?Not a chance.Come on.”
She towed me into the closest store, where display cases of luxury fashion jewelry dotted the area along with uniformed jewelers who spoke to a few of the shoppers.The back of one shopper in particular was unmistakably familiar.
“Don’t bother wrapping it,” Lindi said, turning her head right and left as she studied herself in the mirror.“I’ll wear them out.”
Seeing her the second time outside of school wasn’t as startling as the first time.I still knew to watch her closely though.
She handed over her card then turned to watch the other shoppers.
The second her gaze locked with mine, she smiled.The fake-friendly one she always used just before she did something truly evil.I knew her choices for torture would be limited, though.There were cameras everywhere, and I wasn’t alone.
