Chapter 16 Stand Off
- My stomach winds, tightening into a fine knot, the tighter Sirius holds onto my hand. His fingers lace with mine, and I wince when he cracks one of my knuckles in his grip.
- “Sirius,” I whine. “You’re hurting me.”
- Sirius’s grip loosens slightly but his grip remains firm. Alston moves in closer to me, his hand wraps around my bicep and his other rests on the curve of my waist, “I said let her go.”