I stared at Alistair as he stood between me and my car. My keys suddenly felt like a useless weight in my hand.
"Move." I tried to keep my voice steady, but fear crept in at the edges.
"Not until you listen." Alistair stepped closer. His cake-stained suit reeked of desperation and expensive cologne.
I glanced toward the building entrance. The doorman had disappeared inside. Perfect timing.
"There's nothing to say." I gripped my keys tighter, sliding one between my fingers. "Get out of my way, or I'll scream."
Alistair laughed bitterly. "Always so dramatic, Hazel."
"Dramatic?" I hissed. "You're stalking me outside my grandmother's building at night!"
He closed the distance between us in two quick strides. Before I could react, his hands clutched my upper arms.
"I made a mistake," he whispered, his breath hot against my face. "Every day without you is torture."
I tried to pull away but his grip tightened. "Let go of me."