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“Not like that!” I hissed.

“Why not?” he asked, taking a step closer to me. “You didn’t like my hands dragging across your bare skin?”

“No! I—”

Alek closed the distance between us, grabbing my chin and bringing his face close to mine.

“You didn’t like me touching you? Teasing you?”

My heart raced in my throat.

“There’s more where that came from, Lyra. I know you want to be touched. You forget that I am not human. I can sense the way your body reacts to me.” He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. “I could touch you all day long, if that’s what you longed for.”

He let go of my face, but neither of us stepped away.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, Lyra,” he whispered so close his lips almost brushed mine, “you just have to say the words. Tell me you don’t like it when I touch you.”

I froze under his grasp. I couldn’t say the words. Not with him this close to me. Not after the way he just made me feel.

He knew it, too. He smiled before stepping back and opening the closet door.

“After you, darling,” he said.

I practically ran out of the closet.

Alek was not my friend. He was not someone I should be locked in a closet with, and he was certainly not someone who should be touching me in the darkness.

But why the hell did it feel so good?

ChapterTwelve

My new phone buzzed, vibrating the entire couch before I picked it up.

It was a text from Alek, who had conveniently changed his name in my phone to ‘demon prince’ sometime when I wasn’t paying attention.

“How are you holding up?”it said.

I stiffened. The text was surprisingly nice, and that seemed out of character. It wasn’t like Alek had ever been outright mean to me, but he didn’t seem like the type to text and check in.

“Fine,”I replied.

“Your knee healing okay?”

I couldn’t help but smile when I read it. It had been weeks since I had fallen on the pavement and busted my knee, and Alek had seen me plenty of times since then.

Why was he asking now? Was it just to start a conversation? Was he thinking about me just as much as I was thinking about him?

No, Lyra,I told myself. He most certainly wasnot. He was just being polite.

Right?

“It’s pretty much healed,”I typed back.

“Good. And your shoulder?”

I shuddered, and the bite mark on my shoulder heated instinctively.“It’s all fine.”

A few minutes went by. Alek didn’t respond.

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