Xanthe's mind went completely blank, eyes bulging out of their sockets. She couldn't breathe. In fact, she forgot how to.
Every inch of her body responded quickly to the kiss. And it wasn't even a kiss. His lips were merely crushing against hers while he forced breath down her throat.
How did he do it? How did he manage to drive her over the edge with the most insignificant thing?
Even as he pulled away, she remained frozen to the spot. Heat surged into her face quicker than her first blink while her breathing grew uneven.
The girls gasped next to her in unison. Pixie slapped both hands over her eyes and Jasmine copied her a heartbeat later. A few inches away from them, Jasmine's brother watched the scene avidly, amusement plastering across his face.
However, Xanthe barely noticed anything. Several emotions swelled within her in an uproar.
Shock. Disbelief.
MURDEROUS INTENT!
