CHAPTER 4
BRIANNA
The rain came down in sheets, hammering the roof of the faculty parking lot like it wanted to drown the whole campus. Everyone else had already bolted the second the last seminar let out, umbrellas popping open like black mushrooms as they ran for their cars. I lingered in the hallway outside the lecture hall, pretending to check my phone, but really just waiting for him.
Dante appeared at the end of the corridor, coat slung over one arm, briefcase in hand. He saw me and stopped. For a second his face did that thing again, the one where he looked like he was fighting every instinct he had.
"You don't have an umbrella," he said. Not a question. Just a fact.
I shrugged, letting my lips curve. "Didn't think I'd need one."
He exhaled through his nose, glanced at the gla
