Author's POV
Half an hour ago.
Chloe was hurrying toward room 608, food container in hand, when she collided with someone rounding the corner. Strong hands caught the container before it hit the floor.
"I'm so sorry," she stammered, looking up—and promptly forgot what she'd been about to say.
High cheekbones, intelligent eyes behind thin-framed glasses, a white coat worn with quiet authority. Handsome in a way that felt entirely unaware of itself.
"Be careful," he said. His voice was low and calm, nothing like her father's commanding rumble.
Chloe felt her wolf stir.
"Do you know where room 608 is?" she asked, though she knew perfectly well.
"608?" A slight raise of his brows. "Your friend wouldn't happen to be Lina Ward?"
"You know her?"
"We went to the sam
