I stiffened.
There it was.
His real question.
He wasn’t asking where Vaughn was from. He was trying to find out where Vanya was.
Every word out of his mouth might have been for me, but the meaning behind them—those were all for her.
And I knew one thing for sure.
He didn't plan to stop.
That nauseous twist in my stomach turned violent, and the next thing I knew, I was hunched over the sink in the bathroom, puking like my guts were trying to escape me.
Gods.
First the periods, then this damned fever, and now him. Kross. The walking headache in black. The one person who made it his full-time job to ruin my peace.
I threw up again.
Of course, I felt a presence behind me.
Why wouldn’t he be here?
I didn't even need to look. His scent had already woven into the back of my skull, he
