Chapter 71
Ignoring me, he reaches over and takes my blank paper from my lap and crumples it into a ball before tossing it to the fire pit, landing it effortlessly in the center of it before I can begin to protests. I stare at the pit or a moment, locked between disbelief and anger. I reach into my duffle bag and grab a new sheet from my notebook and get ready to write.
“What do you do in your free time?” I ask him, determined not to fall victim to his games.
I glance up to catch another dark grin. One that dared me to try to pry anything out of him.
“I don’t have free time,” he answers vaguely, making me want to scream.
“I’m really not in the mood to do this with you right now. So can you just do me a favor?”
He leans back, stretching his legs out in front of him and making himself look even bigger. I force my eyes to stay on his face and not become distracted.
“What kind of favor?”