Over the past few days, Rose had been grappling with a foreign emotion, one she had never truly experienced before.
Anger.
For the first time in her life, she was genuinely mad—no, rather, deeply annoyed—at someone. Having lived her whole life with a sense of indifference toward anyone she deemed weaker or not on her level, this persistent twinge of annoyance that gnawed at her heart was entirely unfamiliar and unsettling.
Though she had only met the guy once, and rather briefly at that, couldn't he have at least been a bit more honest during their encounter?
"You're Lucas...?"
"Who are you?"
Remembering the embarrassing moment when she called out the wrong person in the cafeteria, she couldn't help but clench her fists.
