Andria's POV
"Hey, Damon, I've got no energy for that. Besides, I have to be done here before dusk," I yelled at him.
He chuckled and took off into the woods, ignoring my protests. I took off after him, determined to get back my book, and as I reached out to grab it, he tossed it to Aven.
Aven took the book, directing his gaze back to Damon and me, and took off immediately.
"Hey, you should stop playing with me. Give my book back to me," I shouted as we ran in circles, and they kept tossing my book between each other.
I got exhausted and stood. I wasn't chasing them anymore. They noticed and also stopped running.
"What made you stop, our little tigress?" Tristan said, smirking at my pissed-off expression.
I wiped off the anger in my face and walked closer. "Because I can see it's only the three of you enjoying this game of tossing my book amongst each other. So stopping is the best thing to do."
