Chapter 11 Speaking Tongues
- ARDEN
- “Who does he think he is?” I muttered as I washed my hands in the sink. I caught my reflection and grimaced at how red my cheeks looked. Did I look like this when I spoke to Cade, too?
- I shook my head, flicking water off my fingers like I could shake off the frustration with it. “Just because he’s smart and tall, good-looking, and competent…”