Page 114 of Never Die for a Sinner
“But . . . but . . . that’s impossible,” I breathe, tears welling in my eyes.
“What were they driving?”
I shake my head slowly.
“They weren’t. They were watching me from across the street.”
“What were they wearing?”
“A black hoodie.” I glance at the one on his dresser. “Like yours.”
“Did they have the hood pulled up?”
“Of course, they did. I didn’t see their face.”
He stares at me for a beat, probably trying to decipher if I’m telling the truth.
He was there. “I-It had to be you . . . Who else would it be?”
I blow out a shaky breath through my teeth when his phone rings and he steps back. I’m thankful for the space because my mind is going a million miles a minute. He answers, but I barely register his voice as I run over the last three days in my head.
“I’ll be there soon,” Levi says, cutting the call. He shoves his phone in his pocket and slips his T-shirt over his head, the black making the ink over his muscles more prominent.
Unfortunately, I can’t even enjoy the show. I’m too busy thinking about that . . . person. Whoever they were, they know where Gran is, and if they know where Gran is, what if she’s not safe?
Is it Donovan? He’s always made his presence known. Why hide it now?
Someone else?
“No more trips into town by yourself,” Levi says, tugging his hoodie over his head, and it’s the first thing that breaks me out of the haze surrounding my brain.
“Excuse me?”
He doesn’t even flinch. “You heard me. If you want to see your grandmother, I’ll take you.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I’m not a child, Levi. You can’t tell me what to do.”
“You’re living in my house.”
“It’s Bella and Christian’s, too.”
“And they’ll back me up if I tell them you aren’t to go anywhere.”
He steps past me, heading down the hall. I follow after him, ignoring the way his cologne makes my mouth water.
“You can’t force me to stay here.”
He stops so abruptly that I run into his hard chest when he whirls on me.
“You sure you want to play that game, baby girl?”
Oh, fuck.
I swallow over the thick lump in my throat, falling back a step.
“I have a party to go to this weekend.”
“So?”
