Chapter 65. Picnic

Eryn’s POV

Once I am alone in the car with Kyle, I don’t know what I was thinking. I sit as close to the door as I can, trying to avoid his touch. His hand is resting on the gearshift, and I don’t take my eyes off it. His fingers twitch uncomfortably, and I know he is debating touching my leg. I don’t want to give him the chance, so I shift my legs out of his reach.

Kyle then grips the steering wheel with both hands. He mumbles under his breath, but I can’t understand what he is saying.

The collar around my neck burns my skin, and I run my fingers underneath it to relieve some of the pain. The skin underneath it is sore to the touch, and blood tinges my fingers when I finally pull them away.

Kyle frowns when he sees the blood on my fingers. “I tried to tell my father the collar wasn’t necessary,” he explains. “I know you won’t run.”

“You don’t know me very well,” I snap at him. “If it weren’t for the guard outside of the apartment building, I wou