“First off, even if I wasn’t here you’d find a way to trouble. So quit blaming me. And this,” he said, his voice tight and gesturing to the bleachers. “Was the only way I could talk to you without half the school listening in. Give me a break.”
“Talk?” I laughed once, sharp. “What could you possibly have to say to me? Haven’t you made yourself very, so earth shakingly clear? We are not mates, we’re not even friends. Go away.”
“You think this is clear?” He gestured at me, at himself. “Do you think any of this makes sense? You, walking away, breaking the bond like it was nothing—”
“You tried to do it first! You have no right—”
“You’re right, I don’t.” His voice lowered, his eyes searching mine hot.
I met it with as much ice as I could gather. “What I do isn’t your concern anymore. And
