He was beautiful, almost perfect. His face even worked for his snake-bites. He looked like a green-eyed version of Alex Evans. And if it were just that, all the girls would have had huge smiles on their faces, instead of our terrified expressions. But this wasn’t your average pretty-boy. It was Charlie.
“My manager says you guys need to get out,” he said, winking at Amanda.
Nick J growled. I am not kidding. The noise of an animal came out of his mouth. “Stay away from her,” he snarled.