Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

Just go. I begged him in my head, meeting his hard eyes with my blurry ones, and there was so much to say, but if I didn’t explain, then maybe I wouldn’t have to feel him spit on me and throw me away for good. Please just go. He charged over instead, not going, and I gasped as he reached down, grabbing me by the collar and hauling me out of the water. “Will,” I cried. He picked me up under my arms and lifted me up, nose to nose with him, glaring at me as he dug his fingers into my body. Another cry escaped. My legs dangled, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I was frozen, waiting for what was to come. I could see it inside of him, ripping him apart, his lips tight and his brow narrow. But instead of spitting, he shook me hard, growling like he was frustrated with himself more than me, and I broke into more tears. “I’m sorry,” I cried. I was so sorry for all of his pain. But when I thought he was going to throw me back into the pool, he brought me in instead, wrapping an arm around me and pressing his forehead to mine. His hard muscle nudged my thigh through the towel, and he took my face in his hand, breath pouring out of him as he hovered over my mouth. “Will…” I started. But he lifted my thighs up around his waist and backed into the shower again, slamming me into the wall as he took my bottom lip between his teeth.