SERAPHINA
“What?” I snapped, stunned into disbelief. “You think I’m following you?”
Ronan didn’t blink. He leaned back against the tree trunk, ankle over knee, fingers lazily flicking ash off his cigarette. “I don’t think, I observe. And lately, you’ve been showing up in places I don’t recall inviting you.”
My mind went blank for a moment and the imagines of him and his wolf chasing me in the forest, hunting me instead of his assigned prey and poking his nose in my business in every possible point flashed in my mind. I locked eyes with him, barely holding the frustration, “Are you high or something?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s you who is always following me. You are the stalker and bully here. Please, I didn’t even see you here. You’re not that hard to ignore.”
His mouth curved
