“Sorry,” she muttered as she got her footing. “Don’t worry about it.” She tensed and stared up at the man who held her. David Buttons, the man and nightmare from her past – and Harry’s father. How could he be here? It was like she’d been thinking about him, and he’d bloody appeared. She glanced down where he held her arm, the contact sending a shiver through her whole body. His touch repulsed her. “Let me go.” She stared around her at the passing people in the hopes to see Richard. He’d keep her safe. David couldn’t do anything to her. Wait, Richard didn’t know anything about this man. David always manipulated situations to make him look like the victim. She bit her lip and waited like always until he’d said his piece. One thing was for sure, David loved the sound of his own voice. “Stop making such a fuss,” he said, as if being held by him was a natural and pleasant occurrence. “I mean it. I’ll scream.” At this moment she’d do anything for him to release her.
