Charis
When Slater said my name, all three boys turned and stared at me like I was a ghost materialised from their worst nightmares. The air in the room shifted, becoming thick with tension.
I knew that at some point, I'd need to face them. I had imagined this moment a hundred different ways. I hadn't imagined it here, in this room, with the three of them staring at me like I was a ghost.
Isolde and I had planned for this eventual confrontation. But I didn't expect to meet them so soon, and I certainly didn't expect to be assigned to the same dorm room. The coincidence was too perfect; someone had orchestrated this reunion, and I had a sinking suspicion I knew who.
I felt Rhyme pulsing within me, my wolf recognising the three males who had once meant everything to us. But I couldn't afford to let emotion cloud my judgment. Not now, not when everything Isolde and I had worked for was at stake.
