Yara

I look up and see Warren’s dark eyes, hot with desire, burning into me.

“What?” I ask, but it comes out more like a squeak.

He turns, focusing on me more intently. I feel heat flushing my cheeks and spreading through my body.

“What did you just say?”

“I didn’t say anything,” I say, looking around and realizing that Savannah is focusing VERY intently on Harold’s arm, her lips twitching, and Harold is smirking at me.

“Oh, Luna, you most certainly did say something. I’m ...