Andria's POV
That can't be true," he muttered under his breath.
I swiftly followed his eyes to my neck. And there was the necklace he gave me for my sixteenth birthday, before we fell out, side by side with the charm necklace.
I swiftly hid the necklace in my shirt and stared up at him, hoping that he wouldn't start a weird conversation.
"Why are you looking at me that way?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"That pendant is so similar to a gift I had given some she-wolf," he said quietly, nodding towards my neck.
"It's a gift from my dad, unfortunately," I replied to him.
"Right," he said, smirking faintly. "Then why did you hide it? Did you steal it from a poor she-wolf?"
How dare he refer to Andria as poor? He must have seen Andria as very pathetic. Unfortunately, I'm Aria now, and he isn't ever going to have a chance at me.
"Steal? You think I would steal?" I retorted, shooting him a glare.
