The level of icy chill that dances down my spine is enough to freeze the breath right in my throat.
Sweet Lord, I’ve never seen a person look at me the way Ryder is looking at me right now. It is downright terrifying.
When Trey’s locked in one of his rages, it feels like being caught in the eye of an unpredictable storm. But Ryder’s gaze? Flip, Ryder's gaze is like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun held by a smiling sociopath. It is dripping with a sadistic kind of hunger that makes my stomach do an immediate freefall.
I should have listened to Trey.
Trey warned me that Ryder wasn't normal–that he was cuckoo. I thought it was just athletic rivalry and male posturing. I was wrong. Dead wrong.
A humongous growl comes from beside me.
Snatching my arm, Trey forcefully tears Ryder’
