MIA'S POV
I barely made it past the hallway, my heart hammering against my ribs. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should've been more careful sneaking back in. My palms were already sweating when a shadow fell over me.
Sean.
His golden eyes burned into mine, predatory and knowing. My stomach twisted with dread and something else—something I refused to acknowledge.
"Were you with him?" His voice slid over me like velvet wrapped around a blade.
"I was not with anyone," I lied, fighting to keep my voice steady while panic clawed at my throat. Don't let him see you're afraid. Never show weakness.
His smirk unfurled slowly, knowingly. "Not with anyone?" The word dripped with mockery. "Then why do you smell like him, sweetheart? Like you've been running?"
Shit. Fear shot through me, cold and sha
