Natalie's pov
My fingers tightened around my phone, clammy, but resolute in how they gripped the phone.
Kian didn't move.
He stood at the other end of the library table, his eyes fixed on the phone, the frozen frame still glowing on the screen.
The image was blurred but his face was unmistakable.
“You recorded it?” He asked again quietly, leaning in a bit closer. I pressed the button, effectively locking my phone.
“Looks like I did.” I responded with a false bravado.
His jaw flexed, then stretched his hands at me.
“Give it to me,” he said once, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
I almost laughed at the sheer ridiculousness.
“Absolutely not.”
“Natalie.” The warning was clear in his voice. I shook my head, not intimidated.
“No.”
Somewhere beyond the glass walls, student
