MIRA
I drove straight from work. I didn't change clothes, I didn't pack a bag, I just got in my car the second my shift ended and drove.
Two hours of white-knuckling the steering wheel and imagining every worst-case scenario. Bryce was in heat alone and vulnerable and damn Sloane fucking Pierce was there with him.
I parked crooked in the dorm lot and practically ran to his building. Took the stairs because waiting for the elevator would've killed me. Third floor. Room 317.
I knocked hard. "Bryce. It's me. Open up."
The door opened immediately. He looked wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes, his hair still damp from a recent shower. He is wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that made him look even smaller than he already was but there was something else. Something different in his expression.
Confusion or conflict like he was trying to solve a problem that had too many wrong answers.
"Hey." His voice was hoarse. I pushed past him into the room and shut the door.
