The SUV rolled to a smooth stop at the edge of the Academy courtyard, sunlight glinting off the polished black hood like it was trying to blind me before class. Figures. Even the damn car had dominance issues.
Seth lounged back in the passenger seat, smirking at me like he had all the time in the world.
“Don’t do anything stupid, snowflake.”
I gave him a flat look. “Define stupid.”
“Breathing near another male without supervision,” Rory chimed from behind him, leaning forward between the seats, hair falling intentionally messy across his forehead. “Or smiling at someone who isn’t me. Tragic, really.”
“Tragic,” I muttered, “is you talking this early.”
Callum’s voice cut through the bickering, calm as a blade sheathed in frost.
“Enough.”
His storm-grey gaze settled on me, heavy with
