Jacob Hale: Enemy’s Secret Toy
I spun around immediately.
Daniel leaned against the locker next to mine, arms crossed, his uniform perfectly tailored to perfectly fit his broad shoulders and long legs.
The morning light shimmered in the hallway, casting a glow over him… his face, his neatly cut dark hair, his ocean blue eyes. He looked like he’d just walked out of a painting. Beautiful… and cruel.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, gritting my teeth and pointing at the red blood smeared on my locker.
Daniel smirked, slow and poisonous. “Oh, you offend me with your wild accusations, pretty boy. Stuff like these are beneath me.”
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