Dane is walking behind me. I nearly trip up as he leans down to whisper in my ear, “I need to talk to you.” “Then talk.” “Not here,” he replies as we wait in line to exit the room. Students have stopped to argue about their pairings, but no one is paying them any attention. “Nope,” I respond. “Talk here or go away.” He growls, and something warm slithers up my spine before disappearing. “Stop being difficult. I know you can feel me.” “That sounds wrong.” “I don’t care. It’s true.” I continue to ignore the person who wants me dead.
