The elevator jolted hard, then froze with a gut-clenching grind. The lights flickered once… and then silence.
I exhaled through my teeth. “Of course.”
A beat passed. Then I heard it—that voice. That annoyingly calm, arrogant, too-smooth voice I knew like a bad habit.
“Let me guess… you think this is my fault somehow?”
I turned slowly, already dreading the sight I’d find—and there he was, leaned casually against the elevator wall like this was a joke. Like he wasn’t the one person I’d rather be stranded with a snake than share a square foot of space with.
Callum Reyes.
Top of the class. Top of every competition.
And top-tier asshole, in my opinion.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, folding my arms. “The universe just clearly hates me.”
He smirked. “Maybe it’s punishing you for
