HEIR OF PAIN
“Try me.”
Derek chuckled lowly. His gaze flicked back to Arden, eyes glinting. “This isn’t over, pretty,” he said, blowing a kiss in the air before turning and walking off casually, his shoes clicking against the floor.
Arden stood still, his hand trembling slightly as he held his book to his chest.
Kyle turned to him immediately. “Are you okay?”
Arden nodded, though his face was pale. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Kyle frowned. “He touched you, didn’t he?”