Lucian said nothing for a long moment, and the silence between them was deafening. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched at his sides. But his expression—gods, his expression— It was like he’d caught her mid-transformation.
Like he’d seen behind the walls she fought so hard to keep up.
And maybe he had.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and sharp and laced with something dangerous. “What the hell are you doing?”
Rayne flinched. “I—I didn’t mean to—”
“To what?” he stepped closer, the door creaking wider behind her. “To sneak into the heat wing and spy on your classmates like some curious little thief?”
She stiffened. “I wasn’t spying.”
“No?” He tilted his head. “Then what were you doing, Rayne? Watching? Imagining? Touching?”
Her mouth parted, but no words came out.
Lucian c
