"How is that possible?" He mutters to himself, running his hands through his hair, stepping away from me. I take the chance he gives me to run out the door, not caring who is looking. I have a feeling challenging a scary man like that is not a good idea, I don’t think running from him is a good idea either but hey it’s all I have right now. I couldn’t have seen glowing eyes, right? I mean that doesn’t even make sense to me and it must have been a trick of the light or something. I eventually make my way outside. I can’t believe my luck when I spot the guy from class, Harris, opening his car for a young girl to get in. I’m glad I remembered his name now.

"Wait, Harris," I shout from the door and he turns to me, looking a little shocked, but more worried than anything else.

"Are you alright?" He asks none too gently as he grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer, and looking me up and down.

"Yes, but I could use a lift home," I say gently as I pull away from him a little, enough that he drops his warm hands.

"Sure, I was just taking my sister home. My parents are going to kill her for sneaking out tonight. So I'm sure she needs some extra time to come up with a decent excuse," he laughs opening the back door for me. As I get in, I look behind me to see Wyatt watching me from the door. I swear I'll never forget the look he has on his face as watches me get into the car. He is looking at me like I’m a meal and he is a starving man. I gasp before slamming the door shut and closing my eyes for a second, resting my head against the cold leather.

"So, what's your name?" A girl in the front asks the minute I get in, I smile as I hear her draw out the sentence. I open my eyes to see a pair of light blue ones sparkling at me.

"I’m Winter, you are?" I asked putting on my seat belt as Harris gets in.

"I'm Katy. How do you know my brother?" she smiles but it looks cheeky.

"You should be thinking of excuses to help yourself now, and not asking questions," Harris answers her question as he looks at me in the rear view mirror. I smirk at him when I see he is trying not to laugh and he winks at me.