Xavier's POV:
God, she was so frustrating.
Every glance, every word, every little movement she made pulled me deeper into whatever twisted hold she had over me. I couldn't explain it. I tried to. I'd never been this way with anyone before, but the way she stood there, so sure of herself, so confident in her anger—it made me want to break that wall she'd built around herself. And the way her eyes flashed when she looked at me—part fury, part something darker, something I couldn't quite put my finger on—it was... intoxicating. She was like a drug, and I was getting addicted.
