MILLICENT
I shoved Xander hard. He didn’t fall back, but the surprise was enough to make him stop.
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed. “I’m not one of your groupies, Xander. I’m not your next story or your next obsession.”
His jaw tightened. “I didn’t say you were.”
“You don’t have to. You think you can just show up shirtless and dripping, and I’ll fall at your feet?”
“I was bathing-”
“Oh my god, shut up.” I turned away and started walking, boots slapping against wet dirt.
The rain was heavier now and I was drenched. “You’re running again,” he called after me. I paused, turned halfway. “And you’re exhausting.”
I didn’t wait for a reply. Didn’t give him a chance to spin more words into traps. I kept walking, fast, almost slipping once before catching myself.
I stormed through the camp like
