“It won’t matter if I leave,” I say, my voice sounding far too fragile for my liking. What is it about this man that leaves me so upside-down? Somehow, his glowering eyes soften. I didn’t even know he was capable of such a look, or why he’s giving it to me. “It would matter to me, Yellow Bell.” I swallow hard. “Why?” Why would you care? Why do I keep watching you? Why are you trying to help me? Why does my heart quicken every time you’re near? “I like your peppery attitude,” he says with a smirk. “I’ve always enjoyed a little bite.”
