He got to work late.

A single minute late, but for Kain, that was unheard of. He was disorganized, unfocused, his mind spinning and his gaze cold enough to freeze anything that crossed his path.

Worse—he hadn’t had coffee.

Anyone who dared try him this morning would likely get their soul chewed out. He was wired, restless, deadly.

Then he walked into the classroom—and was immediately struck by two conflicting sensations: awe... and a sour, rising disgust.

Lucy Craig.

There she was, sitting at the grand piano with that infuriating hair, the exact shade as hers. The same maddening silver that had haunted his morning and made his blood feel...