_Nathan’s POV_
Miles parked outside the same clean administrative building and cut the engine.
For a second neither of us moved. The place looked exactly as it had the first time — glass, quiet stone, the kind of polite architecture that made ugly intentions easier to disguise. My phone showed we were ten minutes early. I hated that I’d started measuring my life in these intervals.
“You’re going in alone again,” Miles said.
“That’s how it’s set up.”
“I know how it’s set up.” His hands stayed on the wheel. “I still hate it.”
“If you force your way into the room, my father gets a report before I even get back to campus.”
Miles gave a short breath. “And if you keep walking in alone, Rowan gets exactly the kind of space he wants.”
There wasn’t a version of this that left both of us sat
