Bree could feel Dallas watching her as she continued studying, and it was, quite frankly, becoming very annoying.
She couldn’t concentrate fully when she had someone watching her, and she still wanted to learn more about werewolf history, and hybrids in their society. What Dallas had told her earlier had been helpful, but it still wasn’t quite enough for the well of knowledge that Bree desperately craved to fill.
“Will you go and find me more military histories?” Bree asked. “They’ve been the most helpful, so far.”
Dallas didn’t seem particularly inclined to do so. “Why can’t I stay here?”
“You know the library better than I do,” Bree said. “Besides, you’re just distracting me by sitting here.”
He was, in fact, very distracting. His hair was messy, just a bit out of place, and Bree was having to try very hard not to smooth it back for him.
Dallas smirked at her. “Really?”
“That wasn’t a compliment,” Bree said, rolling her eyes. “Now go.”
