The cold air clung to Mila as she hurried across campus, her footsteps echoing faintly against the dimly lit pavement. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, though the night wasn’t unusually chilly. It wasn’t the weather that unsettled her—it was the feeling that someone was watching.

That pair of eyes.

She’d caught them last night at the party—watching her through the throng of glittering strangers before Liam appeared beside her like a shadow drawn to hers. She had forced ...