Elias’s POV

Ronan didn’t follow me immediately.

That almost made it worse.

I could feel his gaze on my back as I pushed out of the training hall and into the cold corridor, boots echoing against the metal flooring. My skin still burned where his hand had grabbed me hours earlier, too hot, too aware. I hated that he could do that. Hated that he could press on the cracks in my control so easily.

My heart wouldn’t slow down.

I slipped into one of the empty auxiliary locker rooms and ...