Why does it bother you so much, Heather?" Caius asked, his tone suddenly serious. "That they know you're mine?"
"Because I'm not yours," she said, steady and slow. "And I never will be."
For the first time, something flickered across his face—hurt. But it was gone as quickly as it came.
Heather adjusted her bag and turned to leave. She didn't even want to hear what came next.
But she didn't get far.
"I meant what I said," Caius called after her, his voice louder now—on purpose. So the crew could hear. "I don't care if you don't feel the same. I'm not letting go."
Another gasp. More people raised their phones.
"Oh my God…" whispered one girl.
Heather turned briefly and saw him smiling like he'd just won a round. Her blood boiled. He knew he was getting under her skin and he kept doing it.
She didn't want to deal with him, instead she inhaled deeply and let the area.
Her phone buzzed nonstop in her bag. She checked it, hoping it was Penny.
New Notification:
