KAI POV
The uniform itched.
Like hell.
Scratchy collar. Too-tight waistband. Rough fabric rubbing against parts of me it really shouldn’t be rubbing against—especially after a sparring session like the one I’d just had.
I shifted in my seat, pretending to fix the hem of my sweater, but all I wanted to do was scratch at the tight elastic around my ribcage and throw the whole damn uniform in a fire.
Not that it would help.
Because the problem wasn’t the fabric. Not really.
It was my body. And the way it reacted around certain people.
Like Derrick.
And worse—Dalton.
The Goddess must’ve been drunk when they made that one. He was carved from nightmares and fantasies in equal measure. Tall, broad-shouldered, all lethal power with the grace of someone who knew exactly how dangerous he w
