Nadia's POV

Vances hand was carelessly caressing my scalp. He was scattering the neat delicate curls I had made my hair into, I'm sure by now I'm all straightened out.

Next, he began to rub my neck, especially the parts he just squeezed. It was still raw and I'm sure I'd have had bluish-purple spots there by now. He rubbed it lightly, pausing everyone I winced. Maybe he felt bad, maybe he didn't. That really doesn't matter much. He was just Landon.

Apparently, men like those are all I'm destined to meet. There really is no running from it. I don't Ned a soothsayer to confirm they are my destiny....