Did you follow me here?" "Something like that." I let out a frustrated groan. "Can't anyone just talk to me straight? Why is everyone avoiding my damn questions tonight?" Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?" "Yes. S...
There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-" "Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?" "Watch your mouth.
Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?" His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.
Are you following me?" He asked. "Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?" He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.
I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.
A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.
