Chapter 118 Hundred And Eighteen
- ARIEL’S POV
- “Get lost,” I said, my voice flat but sharp, my hand already pulling the door back to slam it. I didn’t want to see her face, I didn't want her scent in my space.
- But Maya’s hand shot out fast, pressing against the edge. She pushed just enough to keep it from closing, her eyes narrowing. “Move away from the door and let me in.”