Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

I didn’t respond because I couldn’t. I was concentrating too hard on not crying. “Shannon, I didn’t—” Johnny started to say but stopped short. He rubbed his jaw and then dropped his hand back on the wheel. “I don’t—” He stalled again, this time shaking his head. “Forget it.” I didn’t probe or push him to finish whatever he had been trying to say. I didn’t want to hear it. Retracting from the current source of my confusion and frustration—which was my designated driver—I focused all my efforts on ignoring him and keeping my emotions at bay. If I could jump out of the car right now, I would, but he was a fast driver and I didn’t fancy my chances of surviving the postjump impact. “What are you thinking?” Johnny finally said, making a left turn onto my estate. It was a deep hilly ascent to my house with several hundred attached houses running side by side on either side of the road, mine at the very top. Many of the houses were boarded up, others were dilapidated with untended gardens—my own included—but right now, I was too annoyed to care what he thought. I swung my gaze to glare at him. “You want to know what I’m thinking?” Johnny glanced sideways, eyes full of heat and barely contained frustration, and gave me a clipped nod before turning his attention back to the road. “Fine,” I snapped, blinking back the familiar sting of tears as I proceeded to tell him exactly what I was thinking. “I think you’re paranoid about people finding out you’re injured because you know you sho...