"I still don't want it. It won't fit me anyway." I muttered, shoving it back into his hands and turning away. and But before I could step aside, something dropped over my head-the uniform. His scent curled around me, thick an disorienting. It wasn't neatly folded anymore , it now covered my head, brushing my back and shoulders. His breath warmed my ear as he whispered, "Try it on. If it doesn't fit throw it away? My heart pounded as his chest brushed lightly against mine. Then he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind Slowly, I pulled the shirt off my head and looked at it. The fabric was rich and smooth beneath my fingers. And the size…. "It's our size." Phina whispered in my head. I stepped in front of the mirror, holding it against myself. It fits. Not too tight, not baggy-just the way I always wore my clothes. Then I peeked into the bag. Two more uniforms, each tailored to fit me. My fingers traced the seams, a strange mix of confusion and unease settling in my chest. "It's definitely Ronan's uniform." I murmured. " But how did he know my measurements? When did he get these? Why would he go out of his way … for me?" Cawins and Reed returned to the room after their shower, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I still hadn't showered. I'd waited for hours, hoping for a moment when the place was empty, but it never was. Every time I checked, there were still Alphas in there-laughing, talking, moving around without a care. I couldn't risk it. Exhausted and out of patience, I finally gave in. Locking the stall door behind me, I stripped quickly and wiped myself down with a wet towel. It wasn't even close to a real shower, but it washed away the sweat and grime. Beggars couldn't be choosers. At least I didn't smell like a battlefield anymore. Afterward, I slipped into a loose T-shirt and jeans, throwing on my jacket like armor. All I wanted now was to collapse on bed and disappear into sleep. But as I stepped out of the stall , tugging the hem of my shirt down over my hips, I froze. Someone had noticed. My heart plummeted. "Well, well," Dante drawled, grinning like he'd won something the וווו He leaned casually against the tiled wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning me slowly-meticulously. Too meticulously How long had he been standing there! "What were you doing in there?" His voice was deceptively calm, too smooth. I forced my features into neutrality and gave a shrug "What do you think people do in the toilet? That's what I was doing "1 walked past hum, or tried to keeping my movements controlled, casual . "Is so?" " Is that so he echoed, raising a brow "Funny, I don't recall ever changing inside a stall " Damn i He didn't mention the towel wipe. That meant he hadn't seen everything. But still -he knew something. "Didn't feel like flashing a room full of Alphas just to prove I've got balls ," I snapped, lifting my chin. "That a problem?" His jaw ticked. Then he stepped forward, and before I could back away, he grabbed my arm-not violently, but firmly enough to send a jolt through me. "You're hiding something," he said, voice low now, laced with something sharp and dark. A chill crawled up my spine. I was so screwed. Still, I kept my face calm. "What could I possibly be hiding?" I met his gaze without blinking. "Whatever I did in there's been flushed, Dante . If I knew you were that curious, I would've saved it for you to examine. Now let go He didn't move, Let go ?" he repeated, and a slow smirk spread across his lips. "I don't think I will." I ripped my arm away, not caring if I had to use force. "Do whatever the hell you want," I growled and brushed past him. I didn't stop walking until I was halfway down the hallway. Then I staggered against the wall, hand clutching my chest. My heart was pounding so hard it physically hurt. Everything was unraveling.