“I’m not even attracted to you.” Lie. Ding! Ding! Lie. “Not even a little bit. You’re—” Daemon was in front of me in a flash, not an inch from my face. “I’m what?” “Ignorant,” I said, taking a step back. “And?” He matched my step. “Arrogant. Controlling.” I took another step back, but he was still in my personal space and then some. “And you’re…you’re a jerk.” “Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Kitten.”
