“Where do you think you’re going after using me like that?” he said, voice low and accusing.
I blinked. “Using you?”
“Yes,” he growled. “You reject me like I’m dirt under your boot, then run off with some other guy, and then come running back to me—use me like your personal shield just to shake him off.”
My mouth dropped open. “You were stalking me again?!”
He had the nerve to look smug. “I wasn’t stalking. I go to that side of the city every other Friday. You being there was… luck.”
“Luck?” I snapped. “Do you even hear yourself?”
The pieces clicked. That sharp look in his eyes, the carefully timed appearance—he’d seen me with Nero. My heart sank.
“Who was he?” Kross demanded. “Why were you with him in the first place? And what did he say that made you throw a jug of water in his fa
