Kayla's POV “ Hector?” I called softly. He turned around, his silver eyes sparkly and a little startled. “ What- what are you doing here?” “ This is my place, you’re the one I should be asking that question,” I said, folding my hand and suddenly getting sulky. “ You own the woods?” he asked, sounding arrogant and irritating to me. “ No, I just mean that I’m the only one who comes here because of the…wolfsbane…” I said, noticing that I was significantly farther away from where I was before. “ There is no wolfsbane here” “ There are over there, that’s where the river is, but no one can go there except me.” “ They must really hate you for that huh?” “ Yeah,” I said. We stared at each other for a while. I was appreciating his…everything. He was what every girl describe as her dream man. Today his black, long, hair was even more ruffled and curly than before – a trait that would make any man look adorable didn’t change a thing about his sexiness. With his hands in his pocket
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