They all look surprised at my remark and Leven and Devi nod to say "It's true."
"I take it back," Harry says, surprised.

"Sure you do, womanizer," I spit, running my fingers through my hair.
"Watch it - "
"Who said that?!" I growl, looking around the room.

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*HARRY'S POV*
Oh my god, this girl scares me.
Well, most times she scares me.
Her expressions, mostly.
What she can't hide on her expression is hurt. Every time I look into her face - even if she's smiling or boiling with rage - there's one part of her face that continually expresses hurt.

I don't think anyone else sees that.
She's hurt. That's my current theory. She's a street fighter, an angry bitch, she'll hit anyone that comes her way. Because she's been hurt before and she doesn't want to end up like that again.

She has a secret.
I want to know what it is.

So when she starts for the door, I tag along.
She opens the door and slams it in my face purposely.
"Oh, I'm sorry," She says innocently and scowls.

I don't even hesitate to ask.
"What's your secret?"
Her eyes become as wide as dinner plates and her cheeks flush red. "What makes you think I have a secret?"
"Every single time I look at you, you're hurt," I don't even try to lie.

"Is it that obvious?" She asks softly but her tone switches and she clears her throat.

"I don't have a secret, unless you want to know how much I hate you," She growls.

She starts down the stairs.
I'll find out what's wrong. I will.

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