What a Freak

Leah's breath was uneven as she pressed her back against the seat, staring at him through the window. What the actual hell?

She scowled, irritation flaring past her fear. "What a freak."

The man's smirk didn't waver. If anything, it deepened, like he was amused.

Leah rolled down the window just enough to glare at him. "What do you want?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the night air.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes gleaming under the dim streetlights. "You."

Her stomach clenched. What the fuck did that mean?