“What do you mean you’re going to give it away?” I spat my coffee and slammed my cup on the table, my chilled out mood coming abruptly to an end.
Shaking her head, Megan glared at me. “Don’t do that,” she warned.
The people in the coffee shop watched as I got to my feet and strode away. Ignoring the curious glances, I thrust my way outside. Rubbing my arms from the chill, I froze as my finger caught the stupid bracelet around my wrist. The leather band dug into my skin as I tried to yank it off. For the hundredth time that day.
“Don’t walk away again, Leo.” Megan’s voice interrupted me.
Glaring down at the reminder of the reason I lived, I let it go and turned to her. Her bleach blonde hair moved in the breeze. Her round blue eyes watered as she blinked.
“I don’t like where you’re going with this.” I crossed my arms over my chest.