Kay.

Something told me I couldn't trust this guy; I was always suspicious of him, and here we are.

Getting off my bike, I walk to him, making sure the dagger is safe behind my back, and he watches my every step, anticipatingly.

Men are so easy.

I stand right in front of him and lift my hand to trace my index finger on the rose; the boy shivers under my touch.

Really Rico?

"I didn't know you liked roses," I whisper, looking into his brown eyes curiously, while they stare back at me in ...