CHAPTER ELEVEN
PRIYAThe warm wind whips my hair as I sit in a circle surrounded by what feels like strangers. Right under my nose, Tate, and Chance have somehow infiltrated my group with Ben. He tells me I’m acting stubborn, but Chance puts me on edge. There is something about him that makes my gut say run. He likes to touch me. It’s mainly innocent so far, gripping my hand or roughly grabbing my thigh. I always pull away and never return the gesture. Even stating don’t a few times. He’s persistent even with my apparent “no.” Ben says I’m reading too much into it, that he hasn’t noticed Chance touching me at all. Then I remind him that’s because he’s too busy looking at Kara.
Since the feeding eight days ago, Ben and Kara have become better friends, pushing my patience to a boiling poin
