“Don’t touch my things.” Came an angry strained voice as the notebook was snatched out of my hands and disappeared inside his pockets.
I looked up to meet Ian’s dark gaze. Dangerous, narrowed, angry. I gulped in fear and stood to my feet.
“W—what—-did I just see?”
“You didn’t see anything.” His jaws clenched tightly. “Now if you’re done, let’s get to training you.”
“Training me?” I scoffed, looking up. “You have a weird sketch of Kaden and you’re talking about training?”
Once again, it was the calmness that surrounded him that irked me. He didn’t say anything. Just remained quiet and stared at me.
“Why do you have a drawing of Kaden? And not just Kaden but even Dylan. Why do those images look so disturbing? What the f**k are you plotting?”
“Plot?” He scoffed. “You’re asking like you
