The Witch Who Cried Wolf (Cry Wolf, #1)
mischief. Instead, she was just staring out of the passenger window. She chewed on her glossy pink lower lip and shook her head. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and she leaned back against the headrest.
    I turned onto the main road near where we grew up, where the high school we’d graduated from was situated. “What’s wrong?”
    “Take us to my house. Please,” she said, her tone resolved if not a little sad. “I’ll look at your wound...and...and I’ll try to talk to you. Just please listen to me. Don’t assume I’m trying to pull anything. I’m not thrilled about opening up about this. It’s hard for me.”
    Mia had never been very outspoken before, but she was a confident woman who rarely faltered and always seemed put together. However, right now, she wore vulnerability like a cloak and I wanted to strip it away.
    Instead of turning onto my street, I made my way to her house. I’d only been there once when she’d moved in. Nolan and I had done most of the work when it came to unloading her moving truck, while she and her mother had started unpacking. Her father had back problems, so he’d only moved lighter things to do his part.
    I’d had no reason to go back there, since we didn’t hang out much, aside from the occasional dinner with her and her parents. I wouldn’t have minded being with her more. However, I’d had no reason to be. But seeing her again after being overseas...there had been so many times when I’d thought of her. My parents were dead. I had no siblings, so her family was my family now. Nolan was more like a brother to me than a friend.
    I kept my grip on her wrist, even though she’d stopped fighting. I’d let go when we pulled into her driveway, but how could I be sure she wouldn’t bolt from the car. However, I was a pretty fast runner, so I didn’t doubt my ability to catch her if she tried to escape and lock the door on me. Besides, she said she’d talk to me and look at my wound, which was hurting worse by the minute. I’d known her for years, and if she said she would talk, then she would. Besides, I wasn’t the type of guy to use force when it came to a girl; especially not this girl.
    Looking at her darkened house, I almost wished we’d stopped by my place instead. At least then I’d be able to have a weapon to protect us from whoever...or whatever...hunted her. Blowing out a breath, I turned to Mia. “Don’t move. If you move toward the door, I’ll pull out of this driveway and go back to my place, then you’ll have to talk to Nolan about what’s going on as well.” I knew that was a horrible idea. Getting Nolan involved in this wasn’t safe. However, if it was between scaring her into a cooperative mood, or not doing that, then I would make sure she didn’t go off and do anything stupid.
    “No, you can’t involve my brother. That’s too dangerous. You know that.” Mia jerked in my grip, pulling at her wrist with every intention of breaking free, but I had a firm grip. There was no way she would be budging from that car, not unless I wanted her to...or if she threw a fireball at me. I hoped she wouldn’t resort to that, but if she did, I’d have no choice but let her go off and do whatever the hell she was going to do.
    I only hoped she’d accept my assistance. “Help me help you. If you keep struggling, I’ll have to drag you through the car from the passenger seat. Your neighbors will get quite a show,” I said, nodding at an older woman peeking through the blinds. “But we don’t want to draw attention, do we?”
    Mia widened her eyes. She followed my gaze to the neighbor and shot the woman a look. Her demeanor immediately changed from rebellious to calm...er...albeit still hostile. “Fine. I’ll play nice. Don’t involve my brother, and don’t you dare drag me through the car.” Her lips thinned into a severe frown.
    “Deal. Stay in the car. I’ll open your door for you.” I started to climb out, but I paused to give
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