"Maybe it is not about you," Violet said, pulling away from him and standing up. She was so angry at him. After everything that he had put her through, he thought he could just show up, being a werewolf and bossing her around? No. "Maybe after thinking you were dead all these years, I am fine for you to stay that way, and I can be at this school without going near you."
She then spun on her heel, ready to storm off. But suddenly Ryan was right there.
The heat from his body seemed to wrap around her and hold her in place. With each breath, his chest brushed against her arm, sending shivers along her skin. He smelled fresh and sweet, an earthy scent and spring rain.
"Say it without maybe," he said, staring at her so intensely that she was sure he could see every hidden corner of her
