Wait,” he said, pulling me to a stop when I tried to march off toward my destiny. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

I looked at him, trying to think of anything I’d done recently that I needed to admit to. When nothing came to mind other than the usual, I shook my head. “Not really. Why?”
He reached out and touched my leather jacket. “Is that a bullet hole?”

Freaking great.

Autore: Jaye Wells