I couldn’t get Daniel’s questions out of my head. The way he’d leaned forward in the library, his voice low, eyes sharp—half curious, half suggestive. It wasn’t just his probing about the break-in, about Adrian. It was the subtle way he let his gaze linger too long, the way his smirk hinted he wanted something more than answers.
And now, I couldn’t look Adrian in the eye without feeling like I was keeping something from him.
I tried to bury myself in classwork, moving quickly from one lecture to the next, head down, heart pounding every time a whisper or a glance slid in my direction. Maybe it was paranoia, maybe it wasn’t. Liam’s threat to expose me still hung over me like a noose. Now Daniel was circling, and I was caught in the middle.
When I stepped into Adrian’s office later that a
