Chapter Twenty-Seven: " My sweet Angel."
" Who are you, Wh . . What are you doing in my house. " Angel ask
" Don't be a bad girl, girls that lie don't end up in a good place" he shifted slightly on the bed, the corner of his mouth twitching into something that wasn't exactly a smile, he sat on the bed as if it was something normal for him today, as if the house was his and she was the intruder, coming to disturb him.
Angel's fingers twitched at her sides.
Her heartbeat felt like it was slamming into her throat hard enough to choke her.
" I don't know who you are, so you better get out, or I'll call the cops on you." at that moment the only thing on angels mind was to bluff him, enough to buy sometime, so she could figure out what to do, because her brain seems to have gone on a break.
