Nate grabs my wrist, and leads me out of the hall. His grip is tight, and I know it will leave a bruise. He finds an open room, tosses me in, closes and lock the door.
"Speak now or forever hold your f*****g peace." I haven't been on the receiving end of his rage before and it is scary, but the psycho in me is really aroused.
"Okay, calm down I know that you are pissed." He cuts me off, and takes menacing steps toward me. I step back and a desk greets the back of my thighs.
His eyebrows come in together, as he runs his hand through his hair, "f**k Elizabeth, I am not going to hurt you but I am also not going to calm down. You have been missing for months, with no word from you saying that you are dead or alive. Did you even think about me, or what about the twins hmm. Did their sanity e
