ARES' POV
The moment I stepped into the university hallway, I felt it.
His presence.
My steps slowed, my senses sharpening, my instincts roaring to attention before my mind could catch up.
I turned my head, and there he was.
Noah.
He was standing at the other end of the hallway, his stormy gray eyes locking onto mine the second I looked his way.
A strange, electric tension rippled between us, thick and suffocating. His gaze was searching, curious, as if he was trying to figure me out. As if he knew–felt–that something was off between us.
My jaw clenched.
I held his gaze for a moment too long before forcing myself to look away. Coldly. Dismissively.
Then, without another glance, I walked past him and into the classroom. Ignoring him totally.
I didn’t care if he followed. I didn’t
