I spent the next two days basically barricading myself inside my room. Aside from grabbing food when the halls were empty, I avoided people altogether, using the downtime to work out on the rug, watch mindless cable TV, and clear my head.
Mostly, I was avoiding Drakon.
It was infuriating. The man had literally bought my contract like a piece of high-value inventory, yet every single time he stepped into the room, my brain completely short-circuited and all I wanted to do was jump his bones. It made no tactical sense. It defied every instinct the academy had ever beaten into me. He was dangerous, possessive, and entirely unpredictable, but the magnetic pull between us was getting harder to ignore by the hour.
Pulling myself together, I finally smoothed down my shirt, took a deep breath,
