Chapter 97
NIKOLAJ'S POV (The previous evening)
I watched Michael and Terron intently, trying to piece together the puzzle. How did they know each other? Their interaction was far too familiar for comfort. She didn't look like a student, so I couldn't fathom when or where they could have formed a bond deep enough to spark that kind of tension.
"Don't touch me," Michael snapped, wrenching his arm from her grasp. In a flash of temper, she whipped off her jacket and swung it at him.
"What is your problem? Why do you have to be so incredibly stubborn?" she demanded, her voice rising with heat.
"I don't think my personality is any of your business," Michael shot back icily. "We're strangers, remember?" He turned to walk away, but she stayed hot on his heels. I prepared to intervene, but my phone buzzed in my pocket.
