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e dead

, sharp and deliberate. I freeze mid-sentence, my

here

legged in that yoga pose like he owns the p

, strands catching the silvery glow lik

and otherworldly. They're not just reflecting the moonligh

oat ti

could run...I could scream at the top of my lung

een a gasp and a whimper. My heart pounds in my ears

head slightly, the smirk neve

and useless. My lips tremble as I finally

g over me like a predator sizing up its prey. "You've been busy tonight, haven't

ghter in my chest. "What...

our heart out to dear old Mom. Oh, what was it you said

ath hi

alled you a turtle in front of Ryker Heads. The hottest guy on the tennis team, wasn't it? Very

my lips, he lets out a soft chuckle. "Ah yes. What

m my face. "How... h

dismissively.

to me?" My voice rises, s

nst the headstone with infuriating ease. "You're the one spi

ing hands. My glasses slip down my nose, and I push them back up,

Ah, four eyes," he says with a so

ay to irritation. "For your information,

mocking sound. "

n't kno

d blinks. One moment he's lounging; the next, he's towering ove

name?" I demand, my voi

know a lot of things about you," he murmurs. "Like th

taking a step

y Dorothy is so mean. Ever thought about that?" His gaze flicks over me, critical and unapologetic.

"Who the hell do you think you are, judging me? Wh

ing for the first time. "Creep? Really

ly replaced by anger. "You've been spyi

he interrupts, his

ha

er. "But I'm not a person. That's where you're

stincts scream at me to run, but my feet re

er than before. "Would y

me w

t like that-gone. My heart leaps into my thr

ispers, his breath

balance, stumbling back a step. There he

did

n my neck with a feather-light touch.

my voice trembling. "I'm serio

a strange intensity. Then, with a theatrical bow, he says, "Prince Va

in shallow gasps. "That's not wha

inting with amusement. "Ah, now th

answ

ropping to a low, danger