Chapter 9. Tangled Hearts

Xerina’s POV

Did I just say, “Ignore Rasmus?” The joke’s on me. Because that’s how it felt—a joke. When I wanted Rasmus to be with me, close to me, he was always far away. And now, when I wanted to create miles between us, he was here, right next to me. His huge biceps brushed against mine, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

I had to consciously fidget with my fingers to keep from reacting. The tension between us was palpable, like an electric current. Every time he moved, even slightly, it was as if the air crackled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

I glanced sideways at him, trying to gauge his mood. His face was cold like always, giving nothing away. It was infuriating how he could remain so composed while I felt like a storm was raging inside me. His presence was overwhelming, reminding me of everything I couldn’t have and didn’t want to admit wanting.

The cool shade provided little relief from the pain I felt standing beside R