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into it. The room is pitch black and all that can be heard is my shallow breathing. I hold my breath the instant I hear the click of the door open and light pours into the room. Squinting my eyes tight, I try and tell myself more and more that I’m not afraid, that I will see Corey again, but I honestly don’t know.
    The silence is almost suffocating me, it seems like minutes or even maybe hours I have been hiding here, afraid to leave my hiding place . I’m getting more and more claustrophobic by the minute. Then, I hear footsteps directly in front of me and I stop breathing. Strong hands come around me, pulling me from the book case. I let out a shrill scream, as the person holding me shakes me.
    “Open your eyes Mimi, I got you.” I pop my eyes open at familiar voice.
    “Ryder?” I ask faintly, not sure if I’m seeing him or not. His green eyes shine down on me glimmering in the small amount of light in the room. He gives me his signature panty dropping grin and I can’t help what I do next. I’m overcome with so much emotion that I hug him. Really hug him, like bear hug.
    “Thank you so much, I’m so fucking relived I could kiss you right now.”
    “I wouldn’t go that far, but you’re more than welcome to. I’m always up for offers.” I laugh the crazy kind of laugh when you’re caught between happiness and sadness.
    “How did you know?”
    He raises his eyebrow at me, “Well, I know it’s hard to believe but I do watch out for you girls. I saw you panicking, and noticed him before you did. I called Corey and let him know and I took care of him.” He smiles, and I can’t help but be thankful. For once I’m glad Kennedy was with us, because I know he wasn’t watching me just to watch me, or maybe he was. Who knows? Corey is family after all.
    “What did you do?” I eye him curiously. He looks anywhere but at me, as a slow blush mars his cheeks. There’s not a hair out of place on his head, no bruises line his jaw, and he appears to be unharmed. But still his eyes won’t meet mine which means he did something. I grab for his hand but he pulls away, putting distance between us. When he finally does look at me there’s darkness in his eyes.
    “It doesn’t matter what I did to him . All that matters is that you’re okay.” His voice is gruff. I shudder not really in fear, but because of the way he’s looking at me. I get the feeling Ryder’s darker than Fifty Shades of Grey. 
    “Right, thanks.” I stammer unable to look away from him, not really knowing what else to say.
    “Stop staring at me.” He says glaring.
    I shake my head trying to bring myself out of the trance. Ryder would so be worth someone’s time if he wasn’t such an ass.
    “Um… I’m going to go.” I slide past his body, and to the door. Before I even get a foot away from him his hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks. His grip is light, but I know it could change in a second. What makes him so different from Rex?
    “That girl you’re with, what’s her name?” Oh really, curious huh.
    “Anyone ever tell you curiosity killed the cat?” I couldn’t be anymore annoyed with him right now. I know he saved my life, but to be so cold afterwards and ask me about someone he shouldn’t be is just wrong.
    “Anyone ever tell you that when I want something I get it? ”
    I can’t help but roll my eyes at him; this is what I don’t like about Winchester men. They are arrogant, cocky, pricks who think that if they see something that it’s automatically theirs to take. Sorry sweetheart, but life isn’t like a box of chocolates.
    “Anyone ever tell you that when you talk to someone like a cocky prick, it gets you nowhere?” He releases my wrist, and I grab it with my other hand rubbing in the exact place his hand was. It’s warm and it feels as if I’ve been burned by him.
    “Don’t cross me Mimi, this is the least you could do for me. After all I did just help you out in a major fucking way.”