Zane stared at Lucian, his eyes sharp, unreadable, slowly scanning him from head to toe like he was seeing something pitiful. Then, without a word, he stood, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked out with measured steps.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Lucian's jaw clenched. His nostrils flared.
Then, without warning, he grabbed Lyra by the wrist—his grip vice-like—and yanked her with him down the hallway. She stumbled behind him, heart hammering, unsure what was coming next but already knowing it wouldn't be good.
"Lucian, let go of me!" she cried, trying to free herself. But he said nothing.
He threw open the door to his room and shoved her inside before slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frame.
"You let another man touch what belongs to me?" His voice was low, dan
