“Who owns that voice?” It was impossible to keep the rage out of mine. I was slowly being overshadowed by the sheer hunger to rip out the eyes of every rogue standing in this hallway.
He bit his lower lip in a suppressed chuckle. “There are say, 400 females in the building. Wouldn't it be crazy if I recognized all their voices?”
400 bitches but they stood no chance to Elena. If he met her, even for a second, he's gonna register her voice in his head. Her voice is addicting. It clings to you once you hear it. I should know.
“Besides, why do you care about knowing who owns the voice? You don't seem like the type to play knight in shiny armor to bratty damsels in distress."
Bratty. So he knows the voice belongs to Elena. He knows because he already met her. And he thinks she's bratty bec
