༺ Noah's POV ༻
"I see you haven't lost your dramatic flair."
I said, brushing her arms off lightly.
She withdrew, but not without letting her fingers trail across my shoulders in an almost playful manner.
"I'm so glad to see you, Noah."
She replied, ignoring my tone entirely.
Her smile was coy, her lips curving just slightly as if she knew something I didn't.
To anyone else, she might seem harmless, even endearing.
But I knew better.
She stood out as the only person who tolerated Noah's venomous personality, even reveling in it.
She didn't care how despicable I acted.
And why? Because of a prophecy.
From what I recalled, the prophecy was vague, cryptic even, but Iris had latched onto it with a fervor that bordered on religious devotion.
It wasn't just love.
It was obsession.
"You really did come to Ravenwood," I said, narrowing my eyes.
"Of course I did...
