Reminiscence of Oak and Ash
The door slammed open just as I aimed the glass at his neck. His grip snapped around my wrist, and before I could react, he shoved me against the door, slamming it shut behind us. "Is that all you've got, 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢?" His voice dripped with mocking amusement as he tightened his hold on my wrist, his fingers curlin...