Micah grins. “Bad fuckin’ move, girl.” “Excuse me—” I cut off when the door is thrown open with a loud bang. All eyes fly to the front of the room and oh. My. God! Shock, cold and quick, spreads through me at the rate of a falling star, stealing my thoughts. My breath. My ability to move. All I can do is stare at the tattooed hellion... who, kill me now, is headed right for me.
