Whoever this guard was, he was a lesson in colors, angles and contrast, and—oh gods, he was looking at me again. I averted my eyes, pretending to be focused on the lecture. “Do you know him?” Laurel asked. “I most certainly do not,” I murmured back, though a reckless part of me very much wanted to get to know him.
yeah…. I’m gonna like this book I think…
