CASSIAN'S POV
She'd been avoiding us all day. I felt it like a dull throb in my temples. A ghost of her scent in a hallway, the flicker of her hair disappearing around a corner. My wolf paced, restless and irritated. Where is she?
I found her by the side entrance to the library, hugging her books like a shield. The late afternoon sun hit her hair, turning it gold. She was about to push the door open when I stepped into her path.
She gasped, stumbling back. Her eyes went wide. Fear. Annoyance. That unique sweet smell of hers spiked.
"Going somewhere?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"Away from you," she shot back, trying to sidestep. I shifted, blocking her again. "Cassian, move."
"We need to talk."
"About what? The weather? I'm done talking." She tried to duck under my arm. Instinct
