She could barely contain herself.
Her hands reached for him without her conscious permission. Her fingers fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer. A low whimper escaped her throat—a sound of pure, unfiltered need.
She was so lost in the haze of heat and desire that she didn't register the change in surroundings until a loud noise cut through her fog.
She blinked, looking around in confusion.
They were … outside?
The academy buildings were behind them, their familiar spires disappearing into the darkness. In front of them, a black sleek helicopter sat on a helipad, its blades already rotating, whipping her wet hair around her face and sending cold droplets against her overheated skin.
Attia moved with purpose, his strides long and determined, his grip on her never
