Deimon turned to face Kate. The tension crackled between them like static electricity. Deimon stared at her, his jaw clenched, his voice a low growl. "Meet me in the parking lot after your class. It's important."
Kate's eyes narrowed. The memory of icy fear from Monica's threats still clung to her skin, a cold serpent slithering down her spine. Deimon's words, laced with a possessiveness that felt unsettling, did little to soothe her. "I might have other plans after class," she said, her voice cool and defiant.
Deimon's scowl deepened. "This isn't about your schedule, Kate. It's about your safety." His gaze flickered to the hallway behind her, a flicker of something akin to fear crossing his features. But what frightened him, Kate couldn't tell.
The weight of unspoken words hung heavy i
