Dawn crept in gray and unforgiving, but the house was already stirring with the low hum of pre-scrimmage tension. I hadn’t slept. Not after the hallway. Not after Caleb’s fingers had undone me against the wall and then left me aching in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost of his touch and heard the raw way he’d said my name through the wall.
I needed a shower. Cold. Long. Something to wash away the confusion and steady my nerves before the Wolves descended.
The shared bathroom on the second floor was mercifully empty. I locked the door, peeled off my robe and sleep clothes, and stepped under the spray before it even warmed. The water beat against my shoulders like tiny accusations. Riley Voss had handed Kane my entire history on a silver platter. Lila Harlow’s ghost h
