My jaw clenched. Smug bastard.
“I came because you said you wanted to talk. So talk,” I snapped. “Let’s get this over with so I can go back to my very important life.”
Kross stared at me for a beat longer than necessary. Then, to my horror, that infuriating smile turned genuine.
“Come with me.”
Before I could ask where, he stepped forward and grabbed my hand—his fingers warm and sure as they wrapped around mine—and then he started walking, dragging me along like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Hey—wait—Kross—!” I sputtered, trying not to trip over my shoes as I was pulled through the crowd.
I glanced down at our intertwined hands.
And cursed the flutter in my chest.
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Next thing I knew, I was standing hand-in-hand with Kross Steele in front of what could only be
