I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my fingers gripping the edge of the sink. The woman looking back at me seemed different somehow—her eyes a little sadder, her smile a little more forced. The memory of this morning's conversation with Adrian haunted me. Just scratching an itch. That's what I'd told him, and that's what he'd agreed to. So why did my chest ache like I'd lost something precious?
My phone buzzed with a text from Chloe.
*Still alive after your sleepover with Mr. Sexy Alpha?*
I sighed and texted back: *Barely. Things got weird this morning.*
I finished getting ready for class, throwing on a simple outfit—jeans and a blue sweater that brought out my eyes. As I headed downstairs, I heard Adrian's voice in the foyer.
"I'll be driving Seraphina to campus today," he told someone, his tone leaving no room for argument.