The next day at school, Iris was a million miles away, lost in a daydream about Devin. She sat at her desk, a small, almost mischievous smile playing on her lips until she felt someone nudge her shoulder. Startled, she nearly toppled forward as her hand slipped, barely keeping her head from hitting the desk. She looked up and glared, instantly recognizing the culprit.
It was Damon.
"Are you freaking kidding me?" she hissed, annoyance flashing in her eyes.
"Nope," Damon smirked, unaffected by her irritation. "Just here to remind you of our appointment."
“Go to hell,” Iris snarled, unable to mask the disdain in her voice. Damon had a knack for getting under her skin, always seeming to be there when she least wanted him around.
He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. “You must think I’m
