Keira
Mason showed up at my dorm unannounced that evening, which was so out of character for him that I almost didn't recognize the knock, three careful, deliberate raps instead of the impatient rhythm Jaxon usually used or Ryder's polite, single knuckle tap.
"I didn't expect you," I said, opening the door to find him standing there in a plain hoodie, hands shoved in his pockets, looking uncharacteristically unsettled.
"I didn't expect to come." He hesitated on the threshold, like he was still deciding whether this had been a good idea. "Can I come in? I don't really want to have this conversation in a hallway."
I stepped aside, and he moved past me into the small room, glancing around briefly before settling onto the edge of my desk chair, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor lik
