Chapter 32

Reilley's POV "Y—You're not supposed to be in here, Deavon!" I stuttered. He didn't answer. My heart jumped when he suddenly drop a glass on the floor. How in a bloody hell did he get in here? "Are you scared?" he asked in a flat voice. His eyes are dead and lifeless. I see no emotions in his face. How is he doing that? "You're freaking me out!" He smirked. I take a step backwards when he reaches my my warning zone. He's a meter away from me. Is he going to that to me again? No! I won't let him. I froze when I felt the wall behind me. "Bracelet makes you happy?" he slurred. Deavon's only a few inches away from me now. He leaned forward and stare at me. "Do you like it so much?" I gulped when his breaths hit my face. He smells like mint and liquor. Is he drunk? "I have something for you too," he said. My brows furrowed when he grabs something from his pocket. I confusedly followed the clanking metal in his hand. Handcuffs? "No!" I screamed, but he pinned me on the wall. He swiftly locke