Misty

“You will wait here,” Cole says sharply to Nathan, pointing at a wooden chair in what could be considered a living room.

I glance around the apartment. Cole’s bedroom is at the very end of one of the hallways to the left. My blood rushes, and my heartbeat sounds in my ears as Nathan gives him a smug look and plops down on the chair, crossing his legs.

Cole stares him down for several seconds before snatching me down the hallway. Nathan laughs, shouting, “Don’t worry. I warmed her up for you.”

I wince as Cole slams the door shut behind us.

“He didn’t touch me,” I assert, but...