Evan had been easy. Normal. He’d smiled at me, flirted without making my skin crawl, and hadn’t once tried to dig into my family history or deliberately call me by the name of a dead man just to see if I would explode.
Frederic, on the other hand, had been holding my hand for approximately ten seconds and I was already irritated enough to consider violence.
Again.
Fantastic.
He glanced back when I slowed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re glaring at the back of my head.”
“Maybe I don’t like the back of your head.”
His mouth twitched.
“There she is.”
Gods, I hated when he said things like that.
Like he knew which version of me he was looking for.
Like making me angry was somehow an achievement.
I tugged against his hand. “You know, I can still change my mind.”
Frederic stopped and t
