CHAPTER 7: THE RULES OF BEING HIDDEN
The silence after Mr. Kane walked away from the corridor did not feel peaceful.
It felt controlled. Terrifyingly clinical. Like the room itself was holding its breath, waiting to see who would break first.
I stayed near the massive four-poster bed, my arms folded tightly across my chest. I wasn’t cowering. I was holding myself together. Up until a few hours ago, I knew exactly who I was a girl who earned every single step she took, proud of her independence, refusing to owe anyone a dime or a favor. Now, standing in the private wing of the arrogant hockey captain who owned half the campus, that pride was the only thing I had left. And I’d damned well hold onto it.
Saviour remained near the locked mahogany door. He leaned his broad frame against the
