Lucy's POV
“You will regret ever crossing a Wolfe.”
Liam’s words pounded inside my head like a curse I couldn’t shake off. They weren’t just words; they felt like claws tearing into me with every step I took. I clutched my bag tighter to my chest, walking faster, as though I could outrun the echo. But the harder I tried, the louder it grew.
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, praying it would keep the tears from spilling. Crying in front of him had been bad enough. Crying alone? That was worse.
“Just get inside,” I whispered to myself as I reached the dorm. “Just breathe.”
I dug out my key with trembling fingers, but before I could fit it into the lock—
“Well, well, look who finally crawled back.”
My body froze.
Samantha.
She leaned against the wall beside my door as if she owned i
