She turned, thinking he must be gone by now. But no.
The moment she turned around, she saw him again—right in front of her, staring at her with those intense blue eyes.
She gasped. "Shit... You scared me," she whispered, almost losing her balance.
Hiro didn't smile this time. His face was hard, cold, almost angry.
"You're my fucking mate?" he asked, his voice low and bitter. His brows pulled together as if the very thought disgusted him.
Angela shook her head slowly. She was going to tell him that she wasn't his mate and never wanted a fucking psychopath like him as one.
"How the hell is this possible?" Hiro growled, clearly annoyed. He was standing so close she could feel the heat from his body, and his gaze burned into her like fire.
"This one is smarter. Get rid of him now. He's trying to break into your head," Mighty Storm warned.
"Thank you," Angela muttered under her breath, trying to stay calm.
