Nyx's POV
I pulled Michael into the corner the second I was sure nobody had followed us, my back against the wall and my eyes still on the path we had just come from, checking, making absolutely sure we were alone.
"What were you thinking?" I turned to face him, keeping my voice low. "You just walked up and grabbed my hand like that, right there in front of everyone."
He didn't look particularly sorry about it, leaning against the wall next to me with that calm expression that made it very hard to stay annoyed at him for anything.
"I know, and I'm sorry." He lifted one shoulder slightly. "I saw you trying to leave and I just didn't want to wait anymore. The games felt like they were going on forever and I missed you."
"That's not an excuse."
"I know it's not, I'm not using it as one,
