MERRIELYNN.
Valtor continued to stare at me and there was no single trace of friendliness in his gaze.
My mind raced for a believable excuse when I saw that he was going to make this difficult for me.
I plastered on a shaky smile. “I just—uh—I need to use the bathroom. This is the closest one.”
His expression didn’t budge. His gaze remained cold and distant. He looked at me as if he didn’t even know who I was, as if we had some kind of underlying beef that I wasn’t aware of.
“This is the boys’ football locker room,” he finally spoke, his voice harsher than normal. “You don’t belong here. And neither does any other female.”
The words stung more than they should have, but I swallowed it down, thinking of the next thing to say
“I know that,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “Bu
