“What do you think you’re doing, Kendra?” a tenor voice cooed, coming closer to the young woman with golden strands of hair. She turned and looked at him. Her light green eyes wandered over his body.
Kendra’s eyes wandered over his facial features, his mesmerizing plum-colored eyes, his dark hair that shined with a purple hue, and lastly, his light purple tattoo of the north star on his forehead.
“What do you mean?” Her lips curled up into a smirk as she turned to face him.
“I already told you to stop looking for me.”
“And I already told you it wasn’t going to happen.”
“I said no!” His voice elevated slightly as a husky growl drawled from his throat.
“I’ll let you in on a surprise ... I don’t take orders from anyone.” She turned back and looked at the shimmering lake. “I know this me
