Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Why wasn’t he talking?
I inhaled a shaky breath through my nose, but I didn’t
smell the smoke on him I smelled on Damon the other day.
Damon smoked all the time from what others said. Was it not
him?
“What?” I bellowed. “What do you want?”
But he just stood there.
I bared my teeth, anger rising. And then I shoved at his
chest.
He barely moved.
I growled and went ape shit, whipping my hands across his
face and pounding my fists into his chest, but he didn’t answer
me, and he didn’t try to stop me. I darted left again, trying to
get out, but he slid in front of me, and when I veered right, it
was the same. He wouldn’t let me go. He was a wall.
My chin trembled. “Who…who are you?”
He didn’t utter a word, though. All I heard were the
breaths pouring into his lungs and exhaling, the sound
deafening, because he was right fucking there in front of me.
Like an animal, unable to communicate but could clearly eat
and breathe.
God, who are you?
I shoved my whole body into him and opened my mouth
and screamed as loud as I could. “Help! Help me!”
I grunted, trying to budge him as I shouted.
But then his whisper hit my ear. “They can’t hear you.”
And the softness of his voice was all the scarier, because
the words came down like a verdict with an eerie calmness and
resolution that made my stomach twist.
They can’t hear you.
I couldn’t help the tears that pooled. Jesus Christ.
“What do you want?” I cried.