“Roxy’s not a nice girl,” he said, his gaze fixed on mine, his pupils larger than normal in his endlessly dark eyes. “No matter how pretty she looks in that dress.” He turned and walked away from us before I could utter a response. I sagged against the doorframe and turned to Darcy with my eyebrows raised. “How did he make ‘pretty’ sound dirty?” I asked, my voice rough. “He didn’t, Tor,” Darcy said with a sigh as I moved back inside to grab my things. “That was all in your head.” “Was it, though?” I asked, smirking at her. “Sadly...no, it wasn’t.” I bit my lip against another smile. I had no
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