The rain started as I was leaving my last class of the day, just a light drizzle that turned the academy’s Gothic architecture even more dramatically beautiful. I pulled my blazer tighter and hurried across the main courtyard, hoping to reach East Wing before the weather got worse.
I didn’t make it.
“Isabella.”
Alexander’s voice cut through the sound of rain hitting stone, sharp with barely controlled fury. I turned to see him striding toward me from the direction of the Academic Building, his platinum hair already darkening with moisture and his gray eyes blazing with an intensity that made my pulse spike.
“Alexander.” I kept walking, not in the mood for whatever confrontation he had planned. “If you’re here to threaten me again, save your breath.”
“Stop walking away from me.”
“Why?
