Kai.
I could not focus. The pens in my hand blurred against the endless jerseys and notebooks shoved my way. Every time I tried to scrawl my name, my eyes betrayed me, darting back to her.
Aria.
She was across the lot, bent over a car hood, a sponge in her hand, her hair tied back in a ponytail. The Ravencrest bikini she wore clung to her, water dripping from her arms and sliding down her skin. And she was smiling, smiling at the guy inside the car who leaned out of his window like he had a right to breathe the air around her.
My teeth clenched.
“Just look at those guys,” I muttered, shoving a signed poster back at a girl who squealed and skipped off. I turned to Ryder, heat pulsing through me. “Like she-wolves in heat. No control. No dignity.”
Ryder leaned back in his chair, sunglas
