Chapter 77

Zoey's POV

“We don’t want to kill you! I just want you to do me a favor," he hissed, pinning my arms to the floor.

"I'm not going to steal from Logan," I said and somehow tried to free myself from his grip, but it only got tighter.

We were lying in the middle of a hallway, on the floor. He was on top of me and he had my hands pinned to the floor. I was defenseless.

Why in God's name couldn't someone come out of their room like any other normal day, notice my helplessness, and smack Kyle? Why, why, why?

"You will," he growled. Was he a dog or why did he always growl so strangely?

“Logan and I aren't even really friends yet, find someone else to bother with your orders and requests! I won't take part in anything like that."

He increased the pressure on my body a little more and I gasped for air.

"Oh yes," he growled again, but I just shook my head. No matter how many arguments there were between me and Logan, I certainly