WILLA
"What?" I stuttered, my throat drying instantly.
Shit, Willa.
How the hell could you be reckless enough to approach someone like him?
"I asked who the fuck you are," he repeated, his voice dropping dangerously low.
"I…" I started, then stopped myself, scrambling for the right response.
What exactly was I supposed to say? Of course I was Elyse.
Who else could I possibly be?
"Before you think about lying to me," he continued, "I know exactly how she's supposed to smell."
A nervous scoff escaped me.
I lifted a hand between us and pushed lightly against his chest, trying to create distance.
"I am Elyse," I shot back. "Who else would I be?"
He didn't look convinced. Not even slightly.
His hand lifted suddenly, gathering a section of my hair between his fingers. The touch sent heat prickling across my scalp.
Before I could react, he brought the strands closer and inhaled deeply. I stopped breathing.
