Cyra
Monday evening, Yorick and I are once again in my room. I was teasing him and he’s prowling around, Thad hunting me in the small space. He tackles me onto the bed, growling against my neck and sending shivers through my body as I squeal.
His fingers begin unbuttoning my blouse when I hear my cell phone ring. I answer without looking, distracted as I watch Yorick kiss his way down my chest.
“Hello.”
“Cyra, are you ignoring my calls?” s**t! Stellan.
I push Yorick off me and sit up.
“Stellan, how are you?” I ask, ignoring his question. Of course I was ignoring his calls. I spent the entire weekend with Yorick and barely thought of Stellan.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you the same question. The last I heard, you were injured and in the infirmary at the Academy,” he says.
I look at Y
