ELIZA POV
"Text me when classes are over," Rowen said as he stepped on the brake by the parkside on the campus.
"Okay."
Grabbing my backpack, I reached for the door. That's when I felt a hand slip along my face to the back of my neck.
Flinching, all the hair on my body stood, as his touch had now become alarming. Something that I fear more than standing before the court, more than being sent to exile. More than anything I could ever imagine.
It took everything in me to stop, breathe, and turn and face him. If eyes could speak, his sharp deep set of eyes radiated optimism.
"You are gonna leave without kissing me?" he asked. I knew he was playing a game. I just wish I knew the rules.
My heart was racing, I am sure he could hear. He knows what he was doing. He only enjoys agonizi
