Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

It was a man, but I thought I felt a tie hanging around his
neck. A student?
“Is there a fire?” I asked him. “What’s going on?”
But whoever it was didn’t say anything. Were we the only
ones in the building?
I opened my mouth to speak, but his hand came up,
tucking my hair behind my ear.
There was no way I’d be the victim of two weird guys in
such a short time.
I cocked my head. “Is that you?” I demanded.
My ghost who liked to scare me?
I lost my patience. “So help me GGod, I’m going to—”
He slipped his arms underneath mine, wrapping them
around me, and picked me up off my feet.
“GGoing to what?” he asked.
And I stopped breathing. It wasn’t the whisper I was used
to hearing but the deep, loaded, and menacing tone I never
wanted to be alone with again.
Ever.
I gulped, feeling Damon’s arms tighten around me.
“You’re not him.”
“Him who?”
“L—Let me go,” I stammered but didn’t have time to
scream.
He whipped us around, carrying me away, and I pushed at
his body to get away.
A door opened, then closed, and I was forced back into the
room, my combat boot hitting something on wheels. A bucket,
I think. We must be in a closet.
My mind raced. The bucket would have a mop. That was a
weapon.