Chapter 25
- He tilted his head. "Pretty sure your tongue down my throat confirms it." My face felt so hot in that moment I feared I was red as a tomato.
- The librarian cleared her throat at the corner and Zayne smiled. That smug, irritating, soul-punching smile.
- "Enjoy your rage," he whispered like a secret. "You wear it well." I clenched my jaw so tight I could hear my teeth grind.