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I walk out of the library and run straight into Kai.

“Hey, I was looking for you,” he says.

“What’s up?”

“I have a surprise.”

“And what would that be?”

“Pack a small bag and you’ll see.”

“You know, Cade will kill you if you take me without permission, right?”

“Let me handle him. Tonight’s about you,” he says, gently kissing my forehead. “Now go pack.” He smacks me on my ass as I walk away to do as I’m told. I might catch a lot of shit for this, but it sounds like fun.

I know running off is wrong, but I’m excited—too excited. But I trust him. I know Kai would never do anything to hurt me. I could probably leave a note for Cade. That might actually be best. I don’t want him thinking that I decided to run away. Especially not now.

When I arrive at my room I find Jack standing in my doorway, leaning against the frame like he owns it. I approach him and look up.

“Where the fuck did you come from?”

“I teleported.” He smirks.

“You’re in my way…”

“You sure this is a good idea?”

I shove past him and he follows me into the room.

“That’s none of your business. I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions.” He closes the door behind him. “And how do you even know?”

He shrugs. “I know things.” He moves closer until he invades my space, the air between us thinning. “I could join you two.”

The way Jack says it… slow, deliberate. My heart skips hard and I glare at him.

“No thanks, Jack—”

He shoves me back against the door and I gasp.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask as he dips his head lower and I feel his lips brush my neck, barely there, and I inhale sharply.

“You said to try harder—right?” His voice is low.

This isn’t right… Jack would never do this. My body reacts anyway, heat pooling low despite my mind screaming at me to stop.

I hear Kai’s footsteps bounding up the stairs before he pounds on the door and I flinch.

Jack moves me aside before opening it.

“A little busy here,” Jack says smoothly.

Kai walks in and gets in his face, and my heart drops. His face is twisted, something feral.

“What the hell is going on?” He looks at me. “Did he hurt you?” he asks, his voice tight.

“Why would…” My words trail off. Why would Jack hurt me?

I look at Jack, his chin lifting slightly, and something about his eyes shifts and darkens. The blue of his eyes so light they almost look white.