I want to sling an arm around his neck, but I’ve never been so forward in my life. And, of course, there is the matter of why Leo Shaw wishes to be close to me. I am useful. I have an advantage. So instead, I twist and shoot him a grin before we head inside. “Welcome to the University,” I say, and his eyes do that thing again, softening at the corners, locked somewhere between amusement and disdain.
