The hand left my mouth, but the arm around my waist remained, an iron band locking me against him. His scent, that intoxicating mix of sandalwood and pure power, was everywhere.

I spun in his grasp, my heart still hammering. “You! How did you get in here?”

His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light from the hallway. A faint, arrogant smile touched his lips. “If you forgot, Antalya, I can be anywhere I want to be. A locked dorm door is nothing.”

Rage, hot and bitter, surged through me, ...