'Friends?'
A simple thought repeated itself in Ytrisia's mind as she walked alongside Cruxius through the hospital hallway. His pace was hurried, heading toward the elevator after they both safely landed from the hoarding board.
Behind his stride, she silently wondered if Darithi had already reached outside the dean's office to secure his safety.
As they approached the lift, Cruxius stepped in first and then stood silently behind her once she entered—not a coincidence.
He said nothing, and neither did she.
She was staring ahead, and he was looking at her tight, curvy ass.
Unbeknownst to his perverted gaze, she focused on his earlier words and couldn't shake the strange, unspoken feeling they stirred.
Just that evening, she had found out he was stalking her. A few hours later, he had used his family's influence to pressure her into going on a date. And now—just like that—he claimed they were just friends.
