I scoffed under my breath and tried to sidestep him.
Colton lunged forward and blocked me again, planting himself squarely in my path.
He reeked of long-haul travel and barely contained desperation.
His sudden move drew the attention of a few exchange students who'd just walked out of the library.
A blond guy stopped and asked me in German, "Sienna, are you alright? Need a hand?"
Colton's English was barely functional, let alone his German. He didn't understand a single word.
But he could read the suspicion in the guy's eyes just fine. His expression turned even uglier.
I didn't want to make a scene in front of the school, and I refused to become somebody's spectacle.
I took a breath and managed a thin smile at the guy. "Es ist nichts, danke. Er ist... ein alter Freund." (It's noth
