“What about them? Is it so wrong for you to move in with me?” a deep baritone asked from behind and I swear, my heart stupidly skipped a beat. “Rowan!” my friends squealed like a bunch of teenagers, hopping in glee.
“Hi ladies, is the lesson done already?” I still haven’t turned to face him, didn’t bother to, not even when my girlfriends had hoped to his side.
Traitors! Whose friends are you?!
“Yes, Sofea was a bit out of it today, the kids could feel it so we ended it thirty minutes earlier than usual,” Brie unhelpfully informed him and I wasn’t sure who’s side she’s on right now.
Double kill! Oh, this obvious traitor!
“Was she now? I see,” his voice was light but why do I feel his eyes on my back? Was he burning holes now? Like I care, he can keep talking and I won't face him till
