LILA’S POV
I was walking toward my class when someone suddenly grabbed my backpack strap.
I jumped.
The sudden tug sent a jolt of adrenaline straight to my chest.
"What the—"
Ryker Hayes stood behind me looking annoyed.
Very annoyed.
His dark brows were drawn together, and he was chewing on the inside of his cheek, a telltale sign that his patience had worn dangerously thin.
"Finally."
I blinked, adjusting the heavy strap of my bag as he let go.
"What?"
"Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"
I stared.
The quad was buzzing with students rushing to their mid-morning lectures, but Ryker looked like he was on a solo, high-stakes manhunt.
"You were looking for me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Ryker looked genuinely offended.
Like the mere fact that I had to ask was an insult to h
