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Meet Milo from Dark Moon Falls Vol. 2
Why had this Milo guy followed me?
Back at the bar, when his delicious, dark eyes had skimmed over my face and settled on my lips, I couldn’t do much except excuse myself from his presence. Otherwise I would have kept staring at him, unable to form a coherent sentence. There was nothing worse than being reduced to a blubbering idiot whenever I was confronted by an attractive guy.
And now here he was standing outside of my car window in the dead of night on a dark road on the outskirts of Dark Moon Falls.
When I didn’t open the window, he tapped the glass again, then made a rolling motion with his hand. I shook my head, no.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice sounded muffled through the glass.
Come on, Skye, get it under control. Even if this guy’s intentions weren’t good, I knew how to defend myself, plus I had Leo. I unsnapped the strap securing Leo, my Italian dagger, inside his leather sheath and wrapped my right hand around the bone hilt of the dagger and with my left forefinger, pushed the window control button down, lowering the glass about two inches.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Why can’t he just leave me alone and go?
“Is something wrong with your car?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want his help. Well, maybe I did, but I didn’t want him to know I was stranded if his intensions weren’t the best.
“Then why are you stopped here? You do know it’s not safe to hang out here in the dark, right?”
Oh, God. Yes, I knew it. I tilted my face up to the opened part of the window. “That’s why I’m not rolling the window down any further.”
He nodded. “Okay.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and glanced up the road, then back down the other way. “Listen, I can help if you’re stuck.”
I sighed and tightened my grip around Leo and rolled the window down another inch. “I’m not sure what the problem is. It suddenly just stopped.”
“I smell gas. Maybe there’s a loose connection to the fuel tank. I can check it out. Let me get my flashlight. I’ll be right back.”
I rolled the window back up and watched him through the side mirror as he started back to his truck. But before he even made it to the end of my car, he quickly pivoted and hurried back to my car. Without so much as a warning, he yanked the door off its hinges, tossing it to the ground.
And then he grabbed me as I screamed.
