ROSALIE’s POV
The student seminar arena smelled like burnt coffee and printer paper.
I had claimed a corner table by the windows with Blair right after lunch, spreading out notes and a half-finished outline over my desk. If I kept my hands busy and my schedule full, there would be less room for me to think of the mate bond still pulsing perfectly inside of me. Less room to replay the silence in that clubhouse room or wonder whether any of them had even tried to follow me.
Blair had not argued when I suggested we study through the afternoon. She simply ordered two iced teas, sat across from me, and matched my pace. Every so often she glanced up like she wanted to ask how I was holding together. I kept my eyes on the page and gave her nothing to work with.
By the time we packed up for th
