Adea
My eyes dropped to the piercings that fought against the fabric of his shirt to the muscular build of his arms. His hair leaned against his dark eyebrows. He shrugged his arms as he stared back at him.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Sweet Adea,” Shane shrugged. “Whatever reason brought you out of bed in the middle of the night and had you leaving Desert Moon is irrelevant. It doesn’t do anything for me. You see, I don’t care what brought you to Half Moon at the crack of dawn. I don’t even care why you’ve sought me out.”
“You don’t?” I whisper. I’m so confused. I’ve put so much emphasis on making him trust me, making him believe in me, convincing him of my loyalty that this news is sending me.
“No,” Shane said simply. “I. don’t. care.”
