Melody Thorne picked up a bouquet of flowers from the table and threw it at Caleb. She ran towards him without saying a word, punching and kicking.
Caleb dodged, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, proving that she truly had the Seymour Family bloodline—violence was the best evidence of it.
"Can you act like a woman?" Caleb dusted off his now dusty white suit, his eyes casually glancing over her angry little face.
"With you, there's no need for lady-like behavior!" Melody Thorne wished she could run up again and strangle him, drink his blood, eat his flesh.
Throw him off the building; she just couldn't believe she couldn't shake him off!
"You weren't like this before." Caleb's tone was laced with grievance, a hint of playful mockery on his slightly pale, weak face. "Do you really think that just because Jared Quinn's been a little nicer to you lately, you're ready to pour your heart out to him, that you've fallen in love again?"
