Pure Spite

HAZEL

My head feels like someone stuffed cotton inside my skull and then hit it repeatedly with a frying pan. I groan softly, my eyes still closed, and tighten my arms instinctively around the warm body carrying me.

Wait.

Carrying me?

My lashes flutter open slowly. I'm on Cade's back.

His arms are hooked securely beneath my thighs while he walks steadily down the sidewalk outside the neighborh