“Turn to chapter eighteen in your books,” I announced, standing in front of class.
Sakura flipped the pages of her book and stared up at me, her eyes wide, as if she wanted to talk. I pulled my gaze away from her and walked to the other side of the classroom, gazing aimlessly at the students who didn’t care for Literature.
Looking over her shoulder, Sakura followed my gaze and pressed her lips together, spotting some cheerleaders in the back that she must’ve thought I had been staring at. She flared her nostrils and glared down at her book.
Possessive.
Possessive.My girl was possessive over me.
I needed to talk to her, but—I glanced at the window that had been bugged, probably this morning by Vaughn or someone who worked for the mob—it wasn’t safe to talk to anyone at school about any
