#Chapter58

Hand to hand

Scott's POV

I stroked my nose as I climbed down the stairs. Everything's fine. Exhaling, I made contact with the golden rails of the stairs. Last night was nice and scary. Someone died and I kissed Hannah. I still couldn't keep the latter out of my head.

I should be curled up in my bed, scared about the dead girl from last night. But here I was, on the stairs hoping I'll bump into Hannah.

And it worked.

"Hey." I smiled, showing my teeth. I guess that wasn't the prettiest of smiles. I was at the corridor now.

Hannah rubbed her forearm, her eyes on my...