Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

Folded in the passenger seat with my eyes closed, my hands trembling, my heart drums in my ears as memories bleed into my mind—memories of Wade and me, him locking the doors, hiding the keys, and trapping me in a corner to…

I sigh deeply, take off my gloves, and shove my fingers into my hair.

“Pen, what’s wrong?” Scott asks, worry coating his voice as he drives me to wherever. I don’t know where. But as long as I’m with him, I know I’m safe. I feel his ...