Chapter 60
Vanya
The dorm door clicked open, and Kross walked in.
Same heavy footsteps. Same storm cloud expression. And yet, my heart stuttered in my chest like it always did when he was near.
He looked pissed—jaw tight, shoulders stiff—but not like he knew. Not yet. Not the inquiry. Not the rumors. Not Kyle. Nothing.
Did he really not know what was happening out there?
I watched him quietly as he marched to the wardrobe and yanked it open without saying a word. I needed to tell him. I should tell him. Even if I wasn’t sure he’d listen. Even if he hated Vaughn now.
“Why aren’t you geared up?” he asked suddenly, not looking at me. His voice was clipped, neutral—so emotionless it made my skin crawl. “It’s training time.”
I stared at his back, my throat tight. So he was going to pret
