Sasha’s Pov
The air in the dorm felt like it had teeth.
I stood frozen just inside the door, my heart banging against my ribs. Alex hadn't moved, still perched on the edge of his bed, bathed in the silver sheen of moonlight slanting through the window blinds. His profile was carved from shadows, sharp and unreadable, like he’d been forged from night itself. He hadn’t turned to look at me. But he didn’t need to. His presence filled the room like storm pressure, coiled and electric, drawing me in.
“I know you went back to the infirmary,” he said, voice low, almost detached. “I saw the logs. The ones you think you erased.”
My throat dried instantly. My fingers curled against the fabric of my pants.
“You followed me?” I whispered.
“I watched you sneak out at midnight. Again.” His voice w
