Kennedie
I turned when i heard the unnecessarily angry growl.
That was it, the mood was dead like someone had dumped a bucket on hot water on a growing fire.
I turned to Desmond with an annoyed look on my face.
What the hell was he even doing here?
I turned and sure enough Graham was standing awkwardly at some corner. I sent him the angriest glare that I could summon and he just turned and walked away. He better… I was one straw away from smacking him, and I was not even a violent person.
“Why are you here?” I asked folding my hands
His eyes looked vivid, like I could see that even his pupils got a darker shade of grey, nearly black.
“I should be asking you that Kennedie, what do you think you are doing?” he asked.
Mike stepped in front of me “who are you?” he asked.
It was cute
