She needed to stop thinking about handsome smiles and small touches and kisses and dates. If Adrian liked her—really liked her—it was only because he didn’t really know her. He would never like the girl beneath the lie. He would never like Nova Artino. And it didn’t matter to her anyway, because she could never fall for a Renegade. That word shattered the cloud of doubt that had gathered around her, and she opened her eyes, solid again in her resolve. He was a Renegade. He was her enemy. He might have come here today with ulterior motives, but then, so had she.
