Alina's POV
Is he a stalker? First, he crashes the engagement, wrapping his arms around me and claiming I'm his "mate," and now he's standing right here again.
"You can't just materialize in front of me whenever you feel like it," I snapped. I tried to lace my voice with enough venom to back him off, but his smile didn't even flicker. He just stared, his gaze so heavy and unblinking that my skin began to prickle. "Hey! Are you even listening?" I barked, snapping my fingers in front of his face to break the spell.
He blinked, finally breaking the trance. "Yes. I'm listening."
"Are you following me?" I demanded, crossing my arms.
"I... no. I just came to try the new pastries," he said, the smile returning. He was too calm. Rogues were supposed to be jagged edges and pent-up rage, but his expression was practiced and smooth.
"And you're just... comfortable? Being around all these people?" I asked.
