Do you have a problem with Ramsey?” “Something like that.” He glanced over his shoulder, eyes meeting mine. I expected him to disappear into his room, but he paused, staring at me like there was something important on his mind. Something he needed to say. “What?” I whispered. Tell me. Just tell me. He shook his head. “Nothing. Good night, my queen.” Blarg. “Good night, Ransom.” His eyes went from green to hazel in a blink. He walked into his room and slammed the door. The lock flipped. Did he regret telling me his name? Well, too bad. I liked saying it.
