Zeke showered and changed in his dressing room before he made his way to the beginners' training room.
He'd almost marked her on a desk in a public library. Without a care, like an i***t.
He could have killed her.
The whole reason he had taken her to one of the soundproofed study rooms was so he could ask her what happened with the Council members, but she'd been panicking, and one thing had led to another.
Instead of asking if she was going to get carted off for whatever part she had played in Claire's disappearance, he'd been thinking with his d**k.
And now he'd spend hours torturing himself, not just because of his fears of the Council's next move but because he could still feel her all over him even though he had showered. What had his little mate done that Saturday? The dean s
