CONNOR POV
She blinked up at me, eyes wide—hazel with flecks of gold that caught the light like tiny embers. For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe.
Then she glared.
Goddess, did I love her glare.
Sharp, fiery, alive. It hit me right in the gut, like she was daring me to bite back.
She brushed glitter off her sweater, strands of hair falling over her cheek, and looked at me with an expression that could’ve stripped paint.
“Are you stalking me?”
The words shouldn’t have hit so hard, but they did.
Because technically… yes. Absolutely yes.
I forced a smile, pretending my heart wasn’t pounding. “No. Just… passing by.”
“In Foyers.”
“Yes.”
Her skepticism could’ve curdled milk. “Didn’t catch where you’re from yesterday… are you a tourist? Staying long?”
“Just from the next town, da
