Lucy’s scent was no longer a garden of wildflowers. Something had changed. He’d sensed it the moment he stepped into the school something was off, clinging to her like a stain he couldn’t ignore.

Kain tried to push it from his mind, to stay away like he’d promised himself. But the more he resisted, the more it clawed at his senses until he snapped and texted her:

/Come to my office. Now./

The message didn’t deliver. He tried again. Same result.

Then he realised he had been blocked.

An amused, bitter laugh slipped from his throat. She’d blocked him. The audacity was almost impressive, but the sting was undeniable.

Still,...