8. Eyes in the Dark - Part 1

~ RIG ~

As I jogged up the stairs to the main entrance of the library, anger at my father simmered in my gut, but the draw to get close to the little human, to entice her, made me grin.

It was deeply satisfying to remember how Cara had looked at me when she’d realized I’d stopped her from getting hurt the previous afternoon. Definitely a “defenses down” moment. I’d made the decision on the spot not to flirt with her, not to compete with Mack for her attention, but to leave her bewildered and grateful, wondering why I’d just left.

I would have laid money Mack struggled to get her attention after that. Soft hearted she might be, but she was insecure enough to notice that his attention had wavered, and probably to wonder what had caused it.

I just had to hope I had left her alone long enough that she’d be invested in getting my attention again. I’d intended to ignore her for another day or two—a trick my father had taught me in high school.

“Treat them mean, keep them keen,” Dad laughed