He brow pinched. “I’m here with friends. But you can make it up to me tomorrow by taking me out to brunch.”
I shook my head and glanced up the sidewalk behind her where the mass of people hovered near the restaurant. “Please, Cherry. For me, do this for me. I never ask you for anything.”
She rolled her eyes. It seemed she hadn’t changed much. In that moment I finally realized how stupid I had been to ever consider her my real friend.
“Forget it,” I snapped and whipped around to run.
Instead, I crashed into a wall of stone muscle. And when I looked up into Corren’s bloody and furious face, I winced.
Oh, fuck.
“Who’s this guy?” Cherry purred behind me, and was she really flirting?
But I couldn't move. My feet were glued to the sidewalk with dread.
“I told you you’re ours!” And he leaned over, snatching me up before tossing me over his shoulder as if I were a sack.
I screamed and slapped my hands across his back, but people just stared at us, doing nothing.
Corran’s large hands held down my legs, one hand on my ass, and he hiked it back toward the ship.
Cherry stared at me in shock.
“I’ve been kidnapped, help!” I yelled at her. But she simply stared after me, a shocked and jealous look on her face. The last thing I saw before we turned the corner was her making a call on her phone.
What the fuck!