"Nice flowers. Where'd you get these?" Kaija asked, sniffing the fresh roses.
Karl's anger surged, ready to explode at the sudden disrespect — until he actually registered the voice. That unmistakable sleepy tone.
By then, that tone had already been carved into his brain, haunting him deep into his sleep. But the last time he saw the owner of that voice, her hair had been a boring black. What happened while he was gone? Now it was light blonde — golden and shimmering like pure honey — which only made the face he hated with a passion even more annoyingly charming.
He stared at her for a solid five seconds. Then ten. Then twenty.
Kaija shifted slightly, uncomfortable under the intense stare. She waved a hand in front of his frozen face. "Bro, you good?"
The pity in her voice snapped him out of his trance. He scowled and snatched the bouquet back. "What the hell are you doing here? This is S Building. Trainees live in G Building."
