I couldn’t shake the look on Val’s face.

Not during breakfast. Not through morning drills. And definitely not during ritual class—though I hadn’t stayed long enough to see how it played out.

I was in a class above hers after all.

My head had been full of him though. Of them. Of the way Val had looked up at Cain like he was prey caught in the snarl of a predator.

That same damn look he gave me every time I got too close.

I shouldn't care, but the mere thought of it set my teeth on ...