Chapter 44
BRICE I knew the second Wynter saw me looking at Siri. Her eyes met mine across the room, and whatever warmth had been there before turned to ice. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. She just spun on her heel and stormed toward the patio doors. “Wynter—wait!” I pushed through the crowd after her. The cool night air hit my face as I stepped outside. She was halfway down the steps when I caught her wrist gently. “Let go of me,” she snapped, yanking her arm free. “It’s not what you think.” “Oh really?” She laughed, sharp and humorless. “Because from where I was standing, it looked exactly like you were drooling over her.” “I wasn’t drooling,” I said through clenched teeth. “I just looked.” “You’ve been looking a lot lately.” I ran a hand through my hair. “It’s nothing. I swear. You
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