{Violet’s POV}
He was staring at me. Not around or beside me but at me!
Someone hold my knees.
His deep blue eyes was pouring into mine even from such a distance and he had said “I’ll pair with her.”
With me?
No. He couldn’t.
Why would Wolfville’s Michelangelo want to pair with me? Why would a s****l temptation in a male form want to pair with an embarrassment in a female form?
I drove my gaze back to the crowd. What if there was a possibility that he hadn’t been referring to me, a possibility that I was just seeing things?
Maybe Liam wasn’t even here and I hadn’t even heard his voice.
You don’t know my eyes and ears like I do. They could make such a thing up.
But everyone was looking at the same entity I had been staring at. They seemed as puzzled as I was. A Greek god trapped
