Jax was supposed to be heading back to his quarters after training.
He wasn't supposed to notice the faint trace of vanilla and moonlight drifting through the corridor.
He wasn't supposed to care.
But he did.
The scent hit him hard enough that he paused mid-step, eyes narrowing. Nova. It was her. Fresh, recent. She must've passed this way minutes ago. He looked toward the direction of the Omega wing, jaw tightening.
He shouldn't...
He exhaled sharply. What are you doing, Thorne?
He turned back toward his quarters, stripped down, and took the fastest shower of his life. The water barely had time to run hot before he was already toweling off and pulling on a black shirt. Halfway through lacing his boots, he caught himself.
And then what? he thought bitterly. Show up? Ask to tag along
