“Bex!” I hear him call from the landing. He thunders down the stairs, reaching the front door half a beat behind me. I unlock my car with shaking fingers and slide into the driver’s seat. James appears at the window and knocks on it. “Bex, stop. Tell me what’s going on.” “I have to go.” “Like hell you are.” He opens the car door, covering his hand with mine to prevent me from shoving the key into the ignition. “You’re panicking, you’ll get into an accident. Let me drive.” “No. Just leave me—” “Goddamnit, Bex, no! You’ll get hurt.”
