NORA

"Excuse me, Kyle. I'll be right back," I whispered, panic flaring in my chest.

Kyle’s demeanor shifted as he watched Caleb.

I marched toward Caleb, the panic in my stomach twisting into anger. "I told you not to follow me!" I snapped in a harsh whisper.

"I was worried about—" He stopped, his honey amber eyes scanning my face. "You're crying again."

He reached a hand out to cup my cheek, but I flinched, dodging his touch.

A flash of hurt crossed Caleb's features. Deep down, I knew he was just worried. I knew he didn't deserve my bite. But I didn't want him here. There was nothing he...