ALINASince my first night here, I’d learned to sleep lighter, trained my ears to catch even the smallest shift in air. So the second I felt it, I knew I wasn’t alone.My fingers fumbled for the switch, and light spilled across the room. Sure enough, I wasn’t wrong. Claude sat on the bench by the window, a book open in his hand like he’d been there for hours. He looked so at ease it made me wonder how he’d even been reading in the dark.Lycans might see well, but reading in pitch black?“You’re right,” he said, voice casual as he shut the book with a quiet thud and stood up. “We can’t read in the dark.”My lips parted slightly as I stared at him. Could he really read minds, or was I just that easy to figure out?“If you’re wondering how I know what you’re thinking,” he added, gesturing loosely to his own face, “You’re expressive. It’s all written here.”I held his gaze, trying not to let my thoughts show again. I’d wanted to snap back, deny it, but then I remembered what happened yest
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