Leila
I sighed. "What?"
Ryan's eyes were intense, no trace of the earlier smirk. "You didn't answer my questions. Why's your test different? Why'd you mess up the answers?"
I wrenched my arm free, pointedly lifting my hand so the ring on my finger caught the light—a plain silver band, but Lucas' mark all the same. "You turned in a blank paper. You don't get to ask questions."
His gaze dropped to the ring. For a second, something flickered in his eyes—surprise? Disappointment? Then he held up his hands, palms out, in a lazy gesture of surrender.
I walked away, my steps quick, eager to put this room, this day, behind me.
But halfway down the hall, I heard his voice. Low, but clear enough to stop me in my tracks.
"Tell my brother," he said to his bodyguards, "I want to get into t
