The last thing Ruelle had expected was for Lucian to walk into her class and ask her to step outside. But then again, she hadn't expected him to bite her either.
Maybe classrooms weren't as safe as she had once thought.
As Lucian turned and stepped out of the room, she felt several eyes land on her, which were half curious and half carried a look of pity, as if she were a lamb being led to be beheaded.
Rising from her seat with stiff legs, she stepped out into the corridor. Glancing back toward the door of the classroom, she took ten hurried steps before walking straight into Lucian's back, his broad frame swallowing her from view. For a second, all she saw was dark fabric and felt the solid heat of him through it.
She was going to apologise, when she heard someone else's voice—
