MILLICENT
Zayne’s eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, and that was saying something because he always looked like trouble. He stood across from me in my bedroom after dinner with his arms crossed and his jaw tight.
“Look... I see where you're headed with this but you... You just survived rogues and wolfsbane,” he said quietly, his tone not raised but filled with seriousness.
“You can’t even stand for long without staggering. And now you want to…” His words trailed off like he couldn’t bring himself to say them, but I knew. His eyes said it. His hands clenching at his sides said it.
Xander didn’t bother with holding back. He never did. “You’re reckless,” he bit out. “You don’t think things through Milicent and that worries me. You just throw yourself headfirst into everything
