Lethia's entire body jolted like it had been struck the moment her eyes met Renar's dark brown ones. She instinctively took a step back, but turning away would only make things more awkward.
She tried to move forward, but her legs felt stiff—she walked like a fucking robot. She was sure even Muffy moved better than her right now.
Across the corridor, Renar stood still, eyes fixed on her with a sharp, shadowed intensity that churned something deep in her gut.
Lethia dropped her gaze, unable to bear the way her heart hammered against her ribs under Renar's pull.
She wondered why he just stood there, unmoving, as if waiting. What was she supposed to do? Greet him? Or just walk past him?
Her thoughts tangled into a mess, emotion clashing hard with reason, until, without thinking, she suddenly halted, turned, and pushed open a door on her right.
She stepped in and shut it quickly behind her, not even knowing what room it was. Her breath came out in sharp pants.
