I let my gaze shift to meet Xaden’s. My heart does that damn stuttering thing again, as if he’d sent shadows straight through my ribs to squeeze the organ. He lifts his scarred brow, and I swear there’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he leaves, walking over to observe the Fourth Wing cadets at the next mat.
hehehehehe. that smirk is a silent "Good Girl" and I'm here for it!!!
