For the first time in his existence, Seth felt . . . upset. Really upset.
Something in the core of his chest felt tight and, seated on the bench near the entrance of Lillian’s dorm, he knew she’d never deigned to come back. Somewhere alone for the entirety of a night and with that beast—swallowing back his revulsion at the thought, he grimaced, leaning forward so his elbows were resting on his knees, his hands raking through his blonde hair.
“Where are they?”
Perking up at the sound of her voice, he frowned at the sight of Ira.
Her blue eyes were alight with amusement at the way he quickly averted his eyes, evasive after their last encounter. Taking a seat next to him, her leg brushed against his and he scooted away from her, finding it difficult to face her.
He
