Chapter Eight
Sour love
The atmosphere changed instantly, tension filled the space, and I wished that my magic could somehow allow me to become invisible. Aly must have sensed that I was just about to lose it, because she touched my arm.
He looked good, and I hated myself for being willing to admit it. We’d started going out because he charmed me with his charisma and good looks. There’d been an instant spark between us and I had ignored the warning signs, ignored the fact that he’d never introduced me to any of his friends, and most importantly, that we had to pretend that we weren’t even together when we were out in public.
Victor had longish dark blond hair and wide bright orange eyes that were now hazel. He was just a boy when I met him and now he was a grown man. He was muscular,
