Riley’s pov
Theo’s grip on my wrist was like steel. I tried twisting out of it—once, twice—but he didn’t budge. Not even a flicker of hesitation as he dragged me down the corridor, his strides too fast, too sure.
“Theo, let go!” I hissed under my breath, but he ignored me.
Before I could yank back again, he shoved open a door, pushed me inside, and the heavy thud of it slamming shut echoed behind us.
My palms clenched. “What are you doing?” I demanded, glaring at him as I moved toward the door. “Why bring me here—”
His hand caught my arm and the next thing I knew, my back hit the wall. Hard. Air escaped my lungs in a sharp gasp.
“What are you doing?” I barked again, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to.
He leaned in close, his voice a low growl. “Yes,” he murmured.
“Yes, what?
