Nathan Lockwood walked down the hallway toward his room. As he neared the main hall, he caught sight of three silent figures.
His arrival made them look up.
No one failed to notice his conspicuous position.
Nathan Lockwood didn't even offer an explanation. He walked straight back to his room, leaving them to their imaginations.
He could tell what they were up to, of course—waiting for him to emerge so they could clock how long he'd been in her room. If they wanted to wait, then let them.
In the bathroom, warm water cascaded down over him. The hot water caused his exceedingly pale skin to flush slightly red.
The streaming water made the red mole on the web of his thumb stand out starkly.
He closed his eyes, recalling Zoe Pierce's demeanor.
His powerful, pale muscles tensed slightly as he braced his palm against the specially made metal wall.
The cold wall, his body drenched in hot water—the contrast in temperature was stark.
