“Your car? Not a chance. I’ll end up in a ditch somewhere.” “You’re walking around at midnight, Penelope. Seems like you want to be in a ditch somewhere.” “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” He takes a step forward; I take one back. “Get in the car.” “Say please.” I’m shivering from the inside out and my toes are swimming inside my boots, yet, I’m standing here, the dictionary definition of a girl cutting off her nose to spite her face. Raphael’s head dips between his shoulders, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Then his hand shoots out and grabs my throat so fast it steals my next
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