Elias’s POV

When Ronan said, “Let’s get out of here,” my feet almost tripped over themselves.

The hallway felt too quiet. The air felt too warm.

Everything felt like it was closing in on me.

My breathing was still shaky from the pheromone slip in the cafeteria.

I could still feel the echo of it in my chest, like something inside me wanted to push out again.

Ronan kept walking fast, his hand lightly touching my lower back, guiding me.

“Slow down,” I whispered. “Someone will ...