Page 131 of Untraced Magic
Wesley was dreamboat hot in every sense of the term.
Thick, dark hair fell onto his forehead like midnight had settled on his scalp. His green eyes glistened above high cheekbones, which carved chiseled angles into his stubble-free face.
I swallowed deeply.
“You’re back,” he said.
The dismissal in his tone made my heart ache. I owed him answers. But I couldn’t, not right now.
“Yeah, surprise,” I said meekly, wishing I could fix this. Make this less awkward.
His nostrils flared. “A phone call would have been nice.”
Wow. Okay.
This was not the Wesley I remembered. The stranger in front of me was all sharp edges and quipped tongue. A far cry from the boy I used to know.
I struggled to form a sentence, not knowing where to begin or how to approach what needed to be said. When I didn't answer him, his gaze drifted inside momentarily before opting to speak again.
“Age looks good on you,” he said, all swagger and confidence, like changing the subject from what needed to be said and what he just did wasn’t important.
Like me leaving wasnothing.
This was what Scar had warned me about. The new Wesley.
He leaned casually against the post attached to the second level of the house, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze lazily travelled the length of me in a way I wasn’t used to.
Not from him, anyway.
Wow, what a dick. I didn’t like this new version of him.
Not at all.
Wesley
Whenherblue-greeneyesconnected with mine, it penetratedwalls.
I inched closer until barely an arm’s length separated us, my heart threatening to punch its fist through my ribcage.
Skye. Was. Here.
Her stare widened into two shockingly beautiful pools of turquoise, mixed with what I would normally consider a calming green.
But this green was anything but calm.
My heart stammered. My insides twisted.
“Are you going to say something?” I asked, well aware I was being an asshole.
But. She. Left.
Skye backed away, unblinking.
She stared at me like I held an axe in my hand, ready to slaughter her. If only she knew how much her glare was like an axe to my heart.
I ran my hand over my thigh, trying to figure out my next move. My brows dipped in annoyance.
Time stood still. I didn’t know how to act. What to say.
