Adrian's POV
The knock came again, harder this time. It pulled me out of the moment.
I stepped back from the desk and dragged a hand down my face. A lecture hall. I had lost my control in a lecture hall. Damn!
I straightened my collar and forced my breathing to level out before I pulled the door open.
A boy stood in the hallway with his fist raised, ready to knock again. He lowered his hand when he saw me.
I didn't recognize him. I looked him over slowly, the way I looked at anyone who showed up somewhere they hadn't been invited.
Neat shirt, slim trousers, clear polish on his nails, the kind of groomed appearance that took deliberate effort. He held my gaze without looking away, which told me he had some spine at least.
Then his eyes moved past my shoulder and found Nirvana, who
