Liam takes two steps closer, onyx eyes pinning mine.
The courtyard suddenly feels smaller.
“Since you want specifics, here you go,” he pauses, then continues, “I want a book Xaden has. The Dragon Rider.”
My brows knit together as I try to make sense of his words, then I scoff, folding my arms. “Then go ask him for it.” I totally don’t understand why he’s telling me he wants a book Xaden has.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and then his tongue clicks softly against his teeth.
“Xaden and I aren’t exactly friends,” he murmurs, lowering his voice as a group of students passes behind us. “And no one else knows the book is with him.”
My spine stiffen. “What I asked is what your…condition for me is. Whatever this is…” I gesture between us. “…has nothing to do with Xaden.”
My chest heaves.
