Donovan’s POV
She smelt divine and looked exceptionally beautiful up close.
I had to force myself to look straight at the exit to stop myself from checking her out for the hundredth time tonight. Christopher mindlinked me about what happened earlier, and I didn’t want her to think I was a creep by letting my eyes take pleasure in her immaculate sight.
“I hate you for making me feel this way.” I heard her mumble tiredly before she relaxed and quit struggling to get me to drop her. I froze for a second because of how vulnerable she sounded at that moment, like her braveness and fiery front had shattered, bearing all her hurt in front of us. It made me want to rip apart the one who had hurt her, except the person who had hurt her was me.
“Is she okay?” Nate asked the moment he saw Christo
