“I was there for every temper tantrum this year, every insult to Nathan’s conducting, every quip at your mother,” she said. His eyes narrowed. “I’ve been watching you, Xander Thorne. You’re no angel here.” His eyes slid over her face, down to her blushing neck. He moved closer, and she had to tilt her head back. “You’ve been watching me?” he whispered, the hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.
