The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

“Yeah?” she whispered. “Yeah. After you tell me what the fuck happened.” She sighed and rested her head against the seat. “Nothing. I just want to go home.” I dropped to my haunches, grabbed her chin, and turned her face to mine. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened.” Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip, and she averted her gaze. “I don’t want you to make it a big deal.” “Won’t.” Depends. “Promise you won’t do anything.” “Promise.” Lie. Those soft brown eyes met mine, working their way into my chest. “The cashier . . .” She swallowed. “ . . . Well, he told me I had to buy something because I used the bathroom. And then I told him I didn’t have any money on me, and . . .” She hesitated. “Jesus, spit it the fuck out,” I snapped. Anger crept beneath my skin, slow but searing. “Did he touch you?” “No!” she responded too quickly. “It’s not that big of a deal . . . he just threatened he would if I didn’t leave.” A deathly stillness fell over me. “You’re lying.” She tossed her head, trying to shake off my hand. My grip tightened. “Where?”