“Lou…” his soft tone kills me.
Keeping my eyes on his chest, I’m able to cling to my composure for another heartbeat. “I’m okay.”
“You want a ride outta here?” When I shake my head, he holds out his precious keys, “Wanna take the car?”
I shake my head again, shoving my feet into my shoes. I’ll walk. I don’t know where, but I know I need the space, the air, to keep me upright.
When he doesn’t move, I chance a glance up at him.
His jaw works before he shoves the keys back in his pocket, “He’s a fucking prick.”
I bite down hard on my lip and nod.
James only hesitates a moment before he holds the door open, letting me step through. And as soon as I hear the door close behind me, I run.