ARES' POV

The moment I stepped into the university hallway, I felt it.

His presence.

My steps slowed, my senses sharpening, my instincts roaring to attention before my mind could catch up.

I turned my head, and there he was.

Noah.

He was standing at the other end of the hallway, his stormy gray eyes locking onto mine the second I looked his way.

A strange, electric tension rippled between us, thick and suffocating. His gaze was searching, curious, as if he was trying to figure me out. As ...