Noah rose from his chair, his movements graceful and deliberate. He was tall, his body lean and muscular, his eyes a striking shade of blue that seemed to see straight through Hazel.

"So," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're the one who's been causing all the trouble."

Hazel swallowed hard, her eyes searching his face for any hint of aggression. But she saw none. Only a cool, calculating intelligence that made her uneasy.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice ...