The cup never made it to my mouth.
A sharp wave of heat prickled across the back of my neck sosuddenly it felt almost physical. Every muscle in me tightened at once.
I looked up.
Luka stood just inside the cafeteria entrance, his gaze fixed on me.
I pushed back my chair, and Nathan stopped mid-sentence. I ignored him.
Luka was already moving.
So was I.
We met halfway.
Luka swallowed. “I need to talk to you.”
There wasn’t even a greeting. Something in his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I stared at him. His pulse was visible at the base of his throat.
“Okay.”
“Can we go somewhere private?”
My pulse quickened. “Yeah.” I paused. “Where?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Your room.”
For a second, I just stared at him.
Luka hated uncertainty. He measured words, planned conversations, thought three steps ahead of everything. Yet he’d shown up looking like he’d set fire to his own exit strategy.
My pulse raced.
Then it hit me.
“Okay.”
Luka hadn’t come looking for answers.
He’d come looking for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Dean
By the timewe reached my room, neither of us had said much.
I unlocked the door and stepped aside to let him enter first, trying to ignore my pounding heart.
The silence followed us in.
Luka stopped a few feet inside, hands at his sides, as though he wasn’t entirely certain what came next.
That alone was strange enough to worry me. I’d seen him handle pressure better than almost anyone I knew. Whatever had brought him here, it had him rattled.
