**What the fuck?**

What?” I snapped, raising an eyebrow. The whole situation should have been obvious to him. “A girl’s weapon is her face, you know,” I said, half under my breath as I slipped my phone back into my purse. The flick hadn’t exactly ruined anything.

He didn’t reply, just continued staring, that faint smirk tugging at his mouth. I glared back, gathering myself. “Now, introduce me to whoever is the reason you brought me here,” I demanded. “before I run out of ...