“Drew,” I yell, my hands planted in his chest. He’s panting, his eyes stormy with blood-lust, his body coiled with a murderous fury I’ve never witnessed on him before. He’s staring at Julien like he’s about to kill him. “Drew,” I say again, reaching up and cupping his face, dragging his reluctant gaze down to me. “He’s full of shit.” Drew tries to shake me off, but I won’t let him. “Look at me. You of all people know he’s full of shit. Let’s go. He’s not worth it.” His charcoal eyes sear into mine. “But you are.”
