Tall, sharp-cheeked, unapologetically stunning Elias, with that crown-prince-of-darkness aura and the eyes that saw straight through flesh to bone.
I hated him. I hated how good he looked in black. I hated how much space he took up. I hated that my heart hadn't gotten the memo and was now doing some kind of traitorous tap dance in my chest.
Ugh!!!
"What do you want?" I asked, snorting before I could help myself.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he pulled out the chair across from me and sat down like he owned the table, the library, the entire damned academy.
"I see your attitude hasn't improved," Elias muttered.
"And yours still hasn't learned boundaries." I shot back.
He looked up then, eyes dark and dangerous. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table like he was settling into a duel. "Do you always talk like that to people who sit near you?"
"Just the ones I regret kissing."
That hit.
His jaw clenched. Just a twitch, but enough to know the blow landed.
"You kissed me."
