Something tight twisted unpleasantly beneath my ribs.
Nope.
Absolutely not.
I reached for the bag immediately.
“Give me that.”
Keres’ fingers tightened automatically around the strap.
Oh no.
We were absolutely not playing that game.
His left hand balled into a fist.
“You’re seriously doing this?”
“I’m seriously trying to survive Monday without developing an aneurysm. And you’re not helping.”
Pain flickered across his face so fast it almost cracked my anger for half a second.
Almost.
My eyes shifted instinctively toward the back of the classroom.
Toward Thane.
Big mistake.
Because he wasn’t looking at Liam.
Wasn’t looking angry.
Wasn’t even looking at Keres anymore.
He was looking at me.
And somehow that hurt worse.
The exhaustion in his face looked almost unbearable no
