Lucy's Pov
It felt like my lungs were on fire when the dean nearly caught me. My heart pounded so loudly that I was certain he could hear me crouching lower behind the kitchen counter.
Then Adrian knocked over a bottle of wine. We both jolted as the glass shattered sharply through the air.
The dean whirled, his annoyance turning to astonishment. “Wolfe,” he sighed, half-laughing. “What a shame we lost this wine. Remind me on a good day; I owe you a bottle.”
Adrian bent quickly, forcing a sheepish smile. “My mistake, sir. I’ll clean this up.” The dean accepted his strained, slightly overly cautious tone.
The dean laughed and brushed imaginary dust from his sleeve, saying, "Be careful with your nerves." "You're too tightly wound."
“I suppose,” Adrian muttered, pretending to search for
