James's pov

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks. Two weeks since the heated kiss. Two weeks since I last saw my Dei, the glimpses of her didn't count and I wasn't even certain if it was her or her shadow. Might as well have been my illusions.

I knew I shouldn't have done it. Damn it, I shouldn't even be thinking of regretting it. Nevertheless, I shouldn't have kissed her.

Great, I did a good job, now she's been avoiding me like I was a plague. I should've known what the aftermath would be. I shouldn't have walked back into her life like that— like it was a room without a...