And the sleeplessness—fuck.
The sleeplessness felt almost supernatural now.
Especially after Sten.
Especially after the burning incident yesterday outside Professor Kenna’s office.
My stomach twisted remembering it.
One second I’d been admiring Sten like a lovesick idiot while waiting for him outside the disciplinary hearing.
The next?
Agony.
Heat exploding through my chest and lower belly while blue sparks erupted from my fingers like fireworks.
And then—bam!
It was over.
What was left were memories of the night before.
Sten walking me back to my room in the shadows.
His hand around mine.
His voice growling Luna, like the word meant something ancient and irreversible.
Heat flushed through me again.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
The office doors suddenly swung open, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.
Gunner exited first.
The Werewolf looked pissed.
Good.
His bruised jaw had healed mostly overnight thanks to supernatural recovery, but faint yellow-green shadows still lingered beneath one eye.
Served him right.
He spotted me immediately and sneered.
“Well, well you’re just waiting for Blue Boy, aren’t you?”
I stiffened instantly.
Before I could respond, Gunner’s expression shifted slightly.
Like he remembered something unpleasant.
His eyes flicked nervously toward the office behind him.
