FLAVIAN MANAGED to keep the stern expression in place as he swept past Ezekiel. But he lost his grip on it as he strode down the corridor.
Ezekiel confused him. So much. His heart still beat too fast as he remembered the look in hos eyes, all simmering heat and impishness. And Flavian liked that, far more than was good for him. He liked other things about Ezekiel too-flashes of heart and humor that came through at the oddest times, past the outer shell of propriety and rigid adherence to duty. And that smile of his, not the practiced, polite smile Flavian had seen often, but the real one that had graced Ezekiel's lips tonight... that had been beautiful.
But Ezekiel was rigid and overly proper and infuriating at times and betrothed to Flavian's friend, who had done so much to help Flavian
