I stand frozen in the hallway long after Rosabelle disappears around the corner, her warning echoing in my skull like a drum I can't silence. "Avoid my them at all costs." The words loop, relentless, each repetition twisting the knot in my gut tighter.
How am I supposed to do that? These boys—Finn, Nolan, Cole—they disarm me before they even try. One look, one brush of their hand, and I'm done for. And Knox... God, Knox. The way his presence pulls at me like gravity I can't fight. They're my mates, a truth no one else knows. Not even them.
Resisting their touch? It's like asking water not to flow toward the sea.
I press a hand to my temple, willing the chaos to quiet. The hallway feels too empty, too watchful.
That door beside me looms, the moan from earlier still a ghost in my ears
