LUCY'S POV
Aiden stood in the corridor, and for a second I forgot every word I'd rehearsed.
He looked like he hadn't slept. His sleeves were rolled up, his jaw shadowed, and there was a highlighter stain on his thumb. Behind him, half hidden by his shoulder, a second figure leaned against the wall with his arms folded.
I knew that figure.
"Will you let me in, or do I have to climb up the window?"
The voice hit me like a wave. I pulled the door wide so hard I nearly smacked myself in the face with it.
"Marcus?"
Marcus stood there with his hands behind his back, wearing the most pointedly neutral expression I had ever seen.
I ran to hug him. He stepped aside.
"Hey, what's wrong? Didn't you miss me?" I tried to tease, but my voice cracked in the middle.
He stared me down, then huffe
