But an arm shot out and grabbed my wrist. I jerked my head, seeing Will in his jeans and T-shirt, green eyes void of the boy I remembered. I yanked my wrist away and pushed him back. He grabbed my arm, and we both fought, me trying to escape and him trying to stop me. “Someone is bound to notice it,” I growled. “No one will notice it,” he told me, “and you’re mistaken if you think he’s going to let you light that in the first place.”
