SERAPHINA
Everything froze for a moment as my eyes locked with Ronan's. Take responsibility? By offering me his uniform?
“What a joke,” I muttered under my breath, jaw tight as I stormed off the field. My hands still tingled from the cold, but the heat rising inside me was pure irritation. Ronan’s arrogance burned hotter than the evening sun ever could. Tossing his uniform at me after knocking the uniform over the edge earlier. Acting like he owned the damn academy…
By the time I reached my room, the damp fabric of my shirt clung to my skin, chilling me to the bone. I yanked open the wardrobe, grabbing the oversized shirt and jacket I always wore—my shield to mask the curves I wasn’t allowed to have here.
The room was empty. Everyone else was in the showers. Since I couldn’t use them,
