"Camella," a voice called out to her. She looked up to find a black-haired young man with wine-red eyes standing beside her table.
She promptly ignored him and continued with her meal.
"Mella," he said again, and she felt someone grab her wrist. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. She simply placed her fork down and spoke with deadly calm.
"Don't touch me." Ver voice was extremely cold, the first time since Auston knew her, that she had spoken this way.
The next instant, her hand turned so cold that the young man felt like he was literally holding ice.
"Not until you listen to what I have to say," Auston spoke with firm resolve.
She finally looked him in the eyes. "Let go, Auston." Her words were deliberate, each syllable sharp as a blade.
"No," he said, his wine-red eyes glowing slightly as his ether encased his hands, turning them red-hot to counter her now-crippling ice-cold grip.
