Leona POV
I had just finished breakfast and I was trying to make sometime out of my assignment in the library. The afternoon sun filtering through tall windows, painting gold dust across the marble floors. I’d sipped half a glass of pineapple juice—sweet, tart—and stared at my book with divided attention.
My mind drifted back to breakfast and my body always aroused by the way he watched me eat, the way. He had been in his room all day, he said he wouldn’t want to be disturbed this morning that he had a lt of work to do. So the quiet felt fragile, almost safe.
Then... bang. The front gate rattled like it was about to come off its hinges. Even before the echo repeated through the hallways, my system tensed.
She’s here.
“Leoooona!” came Cassie’s voice. A shriek that didn’t need echo—it
