MILLICENT
Footsteps moved toward the door, and I straightened so fast my spine popped. Zayne came out like nothing had happened, shirt back on, the wound gone like it was never there.
“Better?” I asked, but my voice came out softer than I meant.
“Better.”
The guilt hit me then and without thinking, I grabbed his shirt and kissed him. Right there in the hallway.
His hand was at my waist instantly holding me like he was afraid I’d vanish mid-breath. He pulled back just enough to smirk. “Remember what I said would happen if you did that again?”
I swallowed, my heart still beating in my mouth. “Make an exception.” He smiled at me like he was tempted to do exactly that. But before either of us could move, footsteps came toward us.
“Have you seen Fiona Harrison?” a guy from my year asked
