“Charlotte… you can’t hide forever.”
Her name drifted through the courtyard again, softer this time. Not imagined. Not the wind.
Charlotte’s fingers tightened around the edge of the windowsill.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered.
Jenna, who had been flipping through her notes, paused. “Hear what?”
Charlotte’s pulse quickened. The courtyard below was nearly empty now, washed in silver moonlight. Shadows stretched long and thin across the stone paths. For a moment, everything looked normal.
Then she saw it.
A figure standing near the training grounds.
Watching her.
He stepped forward just enough for the moonlight to catch his face.
Ethan Drake.
Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat.
He wasn’t supposed to be here this late. Alpha heirs didn’t wander aimlessly at night — not with
