Viona's POV
Selfish.
He truly lived by what he believed was right, always on his own terms. Did he expect me to live like a doll? To do nothing, eyes wide, just watching him run himself ragged in his own battles?
I drew a long breath and brushed my fingers over his hand, scraped and raw from the fight earlier, now gripping mine.
"Do you think you're the only one with secrets you haven't said out loud?"
He smirked. "Is there something about you I don't know? I doubt it."
"Why are you so confident?" I teased. "What are you, a stalker?"
"Don't you like reading stalker romance novels?" he shot back. "Consider your wish fulfilled in real life."
My hand froze mid-stroke. My eyes widened. How the hell did he know that?
I turned to him. He was smiling smugly, like a hunter who knew his prey had nowhere left to run.
I cleared my throat and looked away, out the window.
