When Theodore threw the limp body away and turned to Emily, about to hug her, she moved back out of reach, shaking her head negatively. “Don’t touch me,” she told him tersely.
His eyes traveled down her frame, narrowing in suspicion, before saying, “Did he touch you?”
“He tried. And that’s when I snapped.”
His glare focused back on the dead body, and she had to plead with him to not unleash his wrath on the corpse, saying, “Let’s just go home.”
“Can you at least hold my hand so as to calm me down?” He sounded like he was almost begging her. And Emily saw the pain flash in his eyes as she hesitated before nodding at him.
And thus, with their fingers intertwined, they left the cabin in which she had been kept hostage.
They had just gotten in the car when there was a loud boom.
