Lola’s POV

I didn’t notice Flint calling my name at first. My eyes were still fixed on the doorway Morgan had disappeared through. I stood there without moving, like my feet had sunk into the ground.

My chest felt tight, almost painful, and my thoughts refused to go anywhere else. All I could see was the last look Morgan had given me before he turned away.

His face had been calm on the surface. Cold, even. But his eyes had told a different story. They were sharp, wounded, and full of ...