Leo's grip on my wrist was tight enough to bruise, but I wasn't about to complain. Not when his touch sent sparks skittering up my arm, not when his stupidly perfect face was all sharp angles and barely contained fury as he dragged me down the hallway.
Charles trailed behind us, his usual smirk replaced with something darker. "You realize this is exactly what I warned you about, right?"
Leo didn't slow. "Shut up, Charles."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh good, the cryptic family drama is back. I was worried we might actually have a conversation where someone says something straightforward for once."
Leo shot me a glare over his shoulder. "You shouldn't even be here."
