You’re Too Pure

He shoved me into the passenger seat like I weighed nothing, snapping the buckle over my chest before slamming the door shut. The glare he sent me through the glass could have melted steel. But not me. I whipped around, indignant, my arms crossing tight against my chest as he slid into the driver’s side and started the engine.

“You’re unbelievable, Victor!” I snapped, heat rushing to my cheeks. “