She couldn't even finish the thought.
Lori grabbed her pen from the floor and hunched over her notebook, trying to make herself as small as possible. If she didn't look at him, she couldn't be distracted by him. Simple.
Except it wasn't simple.
Because he had started to speak.
His voice filled the classroom—deep, resonant, with a gravity that commanded attention. He was explaining the theory behind psychic barriers, discussing the ways that a skilled attacker could slip through mental defenses, demonstrating the techniques that could block such intrusions.
Lori heard none of it.
Her eyes had betrayed her again.
She was watching his lips.
Full lips. Well-shaped lips. Lips that moved as he spoke, forming words she couldn't process because she was too busy staring at the way they curv
