“Don’t touch me,” I warn. “Jeezus.” He glares like I bitch-slapped him again. “You’ve got serious problems, you know that?” “You kidnapped a Hale,” I sneer. “You’re the one with the serious fucking problem.” The living room tenses. Cousins exchange panicked glances. “It wasn’t kidnapping,” someone says. “Yeah, she came willingly,” another guy says. “That’s what you’ll convince her to tell everyone. Won’t you, Paul?” I grind my teeth, tasting acid in my mouth. “No one in her family is gonna believe that.”
