OWAIN LUTHER
Standing in front of me was Romeo, the idiotic lover boy himself who somehow thinks he’s everyone’s fantasy.
The second my eyes locked on him, yesterday came rushing back: his hands glued to Karima’s waist, his lips grazing hers like he thought he was in some cheesy romance flick… and then him slamming me against the wall, trying to play tough.
None of that stung half as much as his pathetic little trick, blackmailing her with his sick sister. That was new-level disgusting.
Tyla used the distraction to slip out of my grip, and then Nathan stepped up. I half-expected his legendary pillow punch, but instead, he slid his hands into his pockets, probably thinking it made him look smooth.
"Owain," he started, locking eyes with me. My stare alone should’ve been enough warning,
