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“Kole.” I catch myself on his shirt.

His eyes narrow when he looks down at me. “Why did you leave my room?”

“How did you know I did?” I take a step back but corner myself against Declan’s closed door when I do.

“I know when my door opens.”

Of course he does. He’s got my bedroom wired, so why would I expect anything different from his?

“You’re keeping tabs on me?”

“Always.” He steps toward me, planting a hand over my head on the closed door. “Besides, everyone here knows better than to go into my room, so it had to be you.”

He brushes my jaw with his thumb, and it makes me shiver.

“I need to get some sleep.”

“Then why did you get up?” His gaze skims down to my outfit. “Not that I’m complaining about the wardrobe choice.”

His comment is borderline flirty and so unlike him, I don’t know what to do with it—even if his expression has yet to flinch.

“I want to sleep in my bed.”

He hums, his dark stare darting back up. Those maple eyes of his trap me against the door, and the tension has my stomach in my throat. If he wants to hold me hostage,I have no doubt he can. But right now, I need some space to process what we’ve done.

I seal my eyes shut and take a breath like it can free me of him, but then when I open them and am met with his maple gaze, I know it’s no use. Dropping my stare from his face, I realize he’s slipped into a white T-shirt, and it’s flecked with dark red spots.

“Whose blood is that?” I swallow hard, not sure how I didn’t immediately notice.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” he asks, his stoic expression not faltering.

Probably not.

I shake my head.

He nods, stepping back and taking my hand in his to tug me away from Declan’s door and pulling his phone out of his pocket to call someone.

“I’m running an errand. I’ll be back,” is all he says before hanging up and tucking his phone in his pocket.

“I’m an errand now?”

Kole looks down at me, and I’m caught off guard by the depth in his gaze when I’ve been staring at a mask for so long. His expression is emotionless but somehow more intense than anything I’ve ever faced.

If I thought Saint was terrifying, Kole might be worse.

“Yes, an errand.” Kole stops at his bedroom and grabs a jacket, meeting me back in the hallway to wrap it around me.

I appreciate it, even if the borderline-sweet gesture is just one more thing that doesn’t make sense.

“Thank you.” I clutch it over my chest. “Where are we going?”

He wraps an arm around my shoulders and walks me back down the hallway. “I’m taking you home.”

21

Only Yours

Violet

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