CHAPTER 20

"Are you going to punch me?" His question is lined with humour and I find myself raising my eyebrows at the amount of guts this boy has. Either that or a death wish. His hold on my wrist begins to tighten until I hiss under my breath. A small victorious smirk flashes across his face and I narrow my eyes at him. "You asshole," I mutter, already swinging my left arm back so I can strike him hard. It won't be as forceful as my right punch but it would have to do. Woody immediately drops my wrist...