Page 140 of Terms of Exposure
"Candace, open the fucking door," Garrett yelled.
Panic blazed across Emma's face, mirrored in my own veins.
"I'll go tell him to leave," I said, forcing my voice light.
I stood. She rose to block me.
"Do not open that door, Candace."
"Come on, Emma," I said, pushing past. "A couple of quick words and he'll be gone."
"I'm not letting you," she hissed, reaching for my arm. "He's dangerous—remember what happened last time."
I jerked away, taking a step back from her.
"Damien's upstairs in my apartment. I'm calling him," she said, phone already in hand.
She pressed it to her ear. "Damien, we need you. Garrett's here."
Another knock. "Open the fucking door."
Emma's clipped voice came from behind me. "He's on his way. He's already in the elev—"
My fingers wrapped around the door handle, the wood shaking with each pound of his fist.
"Candace what are you—"
I opened the door wide, Garrett's form filled the doorway.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He glared down at me with black eyes.
"I—"
The word caught, memories crashing in on themselves.
Footsteps thundered down the hall.
Garrett started toward me.
He didn't make it.
Damien's fist came crashing into his jaw, knocking him back a step.
"What the fuck, man?" Garrett cried.
"Why the fuck are you here,man?" Damien growled back.
Garrett glared at me. "You called this motherfucker—"
I shook my head, the words falling from my lips. "I didn't—"
Garrett's glare turned on Emma. "You."
One word. Simple. Lethal.
He took a step forward.
My pulse spiked and I stumbled back.
