Saoirse
I didn’t even realize I was storming through the halls like a girl possessed until the library doors slammed behind me.
The silence cracked like ice.
And there he was—Cyrus, lounging in the corner like sin wrapped in a smirk, flipping lazily through a book he wasn’t even reading. His dark eyes flicked up at me, and my heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
“I sense there might be a rumor,” I said, my voice sharper than I'd meant, like glass with edges. “Is it true?”
He arched a brow, calm as hell. “You’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart. There are a lot of rumors about me.”
“Don’t play dumb, Cyrus.” I stalked toward him, the tension snapping in the air between us. “Does Rachel know? About… us?”
He leaned back against the shelf like this was all a ga
