AUTHOR’S POV

It can't be, Ansel thought in disbelief. It can't be her...

Ansel refused to believe it was Annabelle Scott's scent that he smelled on the crisp autumn wind - refused to believe that she had invaded his home as she had been invading his mind all day. She'd even made him lose it so much that he'd kissed her!

When Annabelle hadn't shown up to her next scheduled class, Ansel had been strangely worried, though at a loss as to why, so he had asked the teacher for a bathroom pass and made his way to Lilith's office. He had been furious when he'd heard that Lilith had...