I leaned forward, watching her eyes flare.
When it looked like she was two seconds from smacking me upside the head with her splint, I couldn’t help myself. I should have cleared things up, but it was so much fun getting a rise out of her. Her eyes narrowed, and I remembered she couldn’t see how she was lit up like a Christmas tree. Using the pen, I gestured to the trace surrounding her. “Help with what?” Wariness colored her tone. I tapped my pen off the edge of the desk. “I get the splint off tomorrow, I think.” “Good,” she said, fiddling with her hair. Her features pinched, and then her lashes swept up, her clear eyes meeting my stare. Kat glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip. I pulled a pen out of the spiral ring on my notebook and poked her in the back. If anything, this should’ve served as a reminder to get my ass up and move to a different seat. Images assaulted me of how she’d looked after the Arum attack-shaken, terrified, and so tiny in my shirt as we wai t ed for the useless police to show up. My teeth gnashed together as I stalked past and fell into the seat behind her. Potent rage swept through me at the reminder of how close she’d come to becoming an Arum’s playtoy. The faint blush along the tips of her chee k bones gave her away.īut then my gaze slid to the awkward splint covering her slender arm, and my grin faded. She kept her eyes glued to her notebook, but I knew she was aware of me. Instead, I switched my notebook to my other hand and headed straight down the aisle where she was seated. I spotted a co u ple of seats empty on the other side of class and knew that’s where I should go.
Kind of hard to miss with that whitish glow surrounding her. The moment I walked into trig class, I saw Kat. Daemon’s point of view! Previously released in the