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I then reached for the rest of the hunted deer and closed the fridge. When I turned around, I flinched violently because Miles was standing right in front of me, just looking at me.

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Hidden Citizens, Adam Christopher

How had I not heard him approach?

In the shadows of the kitchen, his face seemed more angular, more masculine, more mysterious. A male scent mingled with his almond fragrance and slowly penetrated my nose treacherously.

“Come on” His voice was almost a whisper. Playful, yet threateningly low. “I know I can mess with your head so much that you can’t even manage to read.” Confused, I looked up at him. “No one reads through the double pages of a law bookin a minute.”

My heart began to pound violently.

How had he...

I didn’t manage to break the stare he was holding with me. And I realized that he had won the game this time again. But why couldn’t I get a word out? Miles was actually unsettling me,again.

I reluctantly pushed past him and realized that I could barely breathe around him.

I hadn’t expected him to grab my wrist, but he did, and I was forced to look at him. His eyes were on me, and he seemed... angry?

“Don’t play with me. Not the way you did on the couch.”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart pounded, faster and faster.

There was warning in his eyes, and a glow flitted through his irises.

It was as if he wanted to say something else, but I tore myself away because the others came walking towards the kitchen. And the more time passed, the longer I felt his gaze on me, the more intense the feeling in my stomach became. And with every minute that I stood next to the group – lost in conversation about the Winter Ball – and prepared my meal, the desire to know what else he had wanted to say grew inside me.

Chapter 53

Bayla

Brass Tacks

Christopher Tyng

The last time we had visited DressinGlamour, it had been more like a giant Walmart for Halloween costumes. Now, the place shone like a festive fashion store, and I immediately had the feeling that things were going to get expensive today.

It wasn’t that my mother earned little, especially not in her new job, because she had handed me four hundred dollars just for the dress, but I wasn’t the kind of person who ran to the nearest store with her pocket money and spent it all at once.

Mum’s words echoed in my ears. “The Winter Ball is one of my happiest memories, and it should be the same for you.”

And so, once again, I found myself in DressinGlamour with my shopping addicted best friend and Julie, who hadn’t actually wanted to come with us, looking for pretty dresses to wear to a winter ball.

It was Thursday morning; the ball was just around the corner, and it still hadn’t snowed.

“I wonder if Alice went to the Winter Ball, too,” I thought aloud, and both girls turned to me.

There was melancholy in Julie’s eyes because I had probably reminded her of her father again.

Larissa looked at me in thought. Then she turned back around.

“I think she had the best time of her life there, and that’s exactly what we’re going to have. Preferably in fucking stunning dresses,” she said, going through the price tags of dresses that she could definitely afford now without any regrets. But knowing Larissa, she wouldn’t throw money out of the window when it came to expensive clothes. Even if she had been able to afford it for almost two months now. She had just emphasized earlier that she didn’t want to be dependent on these rich people.

“Absolutely,” I said with a grin.

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