—Natasha's POV—
Zane's hand wrapped around mine before I could even see him approaching.
One instant, I was striding down the corridor, my head reeling from the chaos of last night. My brain felt thick, as if I were underwater, struggling to make sense of everything. The next moment, his hand grasped tightly around mine, icy and unyielding, like metal that had never known heat. His hold was not soft—it was harsh, bruising, and desperate. I hardly had a moment to catch my breath before he yanked me forward, dragging me behind him in silence.
He did not slow down. He tore through the crowded hall with swift, angry gestures, as though a storm had been unleashed. Students jumped aside, shocked by the intensity of him, the rage sparking off him like an electric shock. His entire body was rig
