Lucas’s jaw tensed. “What makes you say that?”

“I saw him that night,” she said, voice trembling. “Outside the dorm. He was… fighting someone. But it wasn’t normal, Lucas. It wasn’t human.”

Her eyes searched his, desperate for an explanation. “Who was that man he beat up? Why was he naked? And why did it feel like he was—”

“Desiree,” Lucas interrupted quickly, his tone firmer than usual. “You don’t need to think about that. Roman can handle whatever that was. ...