Alexa

Here he was again, in his unearthly glory, his dark long hair in a braid, his silver eyes glinting.

Why was I getting weak in the knees for someone who could possibly have been the reason for my being here—which I knew was nothing but the truth?

“Were you crying?” His voice spread across my hearing sense organs like wildfire.

His eyes drew me in, melting me in their unfamiliar warmth. I remembered him at the mall, the ball. I wanted to believe all—well, most—of what Lucy had ...