Chapter 103 Shooting Shots
- Hannah
- I glared daggers at Noah as I yanked him closer, my fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt. His eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t care—he had just been caught red-handed, watching us like some kind of detective on a case.
- “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, twisting my hand even harder around the front of his shirt.