I had forgotten that following the wall came the lion's den—Dylan's room—before Elliot's. Yes, Dylan. But, given his aura, Lion was the name that ever fit him.

He was still holding his palm over my mouth, partially covering my nose, and I was beginning to lose breath. I tried to move slightly, but it was difficult—his body towered over mine, nearly trapping me in place.

I searched for his eyes. Because he was taller than me, I had to look up, and that's when I noticed them, shocking ...