It seemed the jealousy of Spencer’s uninvited kiss hadn’t entirely faded just yet, and like before, his psychotic comments shouldn’t have sent a flutter to my stomach. The possession in his tone should’ve had me running in the opposite direction. But I’d known bad guys my whole life. The skeevy, slimy types who took from girls and ultimately didn’t give a damn about them. I knew boys who hurt girls for their own selfish pleasure. Who cast them aside afterward, as if they were useless, used-up rags. Devryck was a different breed altogether.
