And they were the only two guys in the room.

“Where’s Seth?” I asked, walking toward them.

Luke glanced at Solos, and when the older Sentinel pursed his lips, I stopped walking. Knots formed in my stomach.

“Where is Seth, Luke?”

“I’m guessing he didn’t tell you.”

My heart started pounding like it did when I had to run. “Obviously not.”

“This is awkward,” Solos said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

Luke’s shoulders tensed. “Seth’s not going to be training you anymore.”

CHAPTER 10

“What?” My shriek echoed to Olympus, shrill and painful to my own ears. “What do you mean he’s no longer training me?”

Solos exchanged another long look with Luke, and I nearly lost my shit, right then and there.

“Stop looking at one another,” I demanded as anger burst out of me. A current of wind whipped through the sealed room, rattling the daggers hooked to the back of the wall. “And answer my question.”

“All right.” Luke lifted his hands. “Simmer down. No one wants to end up accidentally on fire. I know I don’t. How about you, Solos?”

Solos shook his head.

My eyes narrowed. I was seconds away from lighting someone’s ass on fire on purpose if I didn’t get a better explanation, because I simply didn’t understand what in the world was happening.

“I don’t know what’s going on. I assumed you’d fill me in,” Luke explained. “All I do know is that Marcus summoned me to his office this morning and told me that your training would be changing. That Solos would be helping out with the physical stuff and that he was going to pull in someone to help you with the elements.”

I stared at Luke, not sure I was hearing him correctly over the blood rushing in my ears. “What?”

Solos started talking, and I was pretty sure he was repeating what Luke said, but his words made no sense. Nothing made sense. Was I still dreaming? Was a nameless Titan going to pop out from underneath the heavy mats on the floor? I didn’t understand. A cold numbness drenched my skin and seeped into my bones and tissues. I was flash-frozen, unable to move. I wasn’t even sure I was breathing.

Something was so not right about this. I backtracked to yesterday—to the argument with Seth outside and then what happened afterward. Him. Me. Epic orgasm. Everything had been okay. Normal . . . except for those few moments afterward, when Seth had been worried that he’d hurt me.

Everything rushed back at me—sounds, voices, feelings—they all came back, snapping to the forefront.

“Where is he?” I asked, cutting off Solos.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Not my day to watch him.”

Luke frowned. “Come to think of it, I think it’s actually Alexander’s day to watch him.” He paused as I spun around and stalked toward the door. “Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m going to find Seth,” I said, not waiting for a response.

Throwing open the door, I hung a right so I could exit through the front of the building. The first place I was going was the Dean’s office. Yes, a bit crazy of me to bust up in there, but I already knew Seth wasn’t in his room and that was the next place I knew to check.

I was barely aware of the bright glare of the morning sun as I hurried across the quad, toward the tall and imposing building where the Dean’s offices were located. I’d only been in there once, when I first arrived, and I had the same sinking feeling I had the first time.

Two students walking down the pathway skidded to a stop when I neared them. With wide eyes, they stepped aside, allowing me to walk right down the center of the sidewalk. I really didn’t have it in me at that moment to really care.

Stomach twisted in knots, I entered the main building, passing the intricate designs etched into the floor and the walls—designs that appeared to be embellished in gold. Like, real gold. Goodness. I didn’t walk down the center of the lobby, like the first time I’d been in the building on the night Seth and I arrived at the University. I knew that the Dean would most likely be in his office, and that was up the ridiculous staircase. I climbed that thing like a champ, and at the very top, all the way at the end of the wide hall, I saw the Guards dressed in white, standing in front of titanium double doors.

One of them, a short-haired blonde, eyed me as I approached them. I stopped, breathing heavily. “I need to see the Dean.”

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked, blue eyes icy and voice just as chilled.

I shook my head. “I don’t even know how to make an appointment with him, but I need to see him.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, her voice level. “But he’s busy.”

Of course he was. “Well, then I’ll just sit out here until he’s not busy.”

The male Guard’s dark brows knitted. “That won’t be necessary. You can leave your name and we will—”

“I’m not leaving my name, or leaving in general.” With each word I spoke, my voice got louder and that current of wind hit the hall, lifting the hairs around the blonde Guard’s face. “So, I’m just going to plop my ass down here, right against the wall and I don’t care if you have a problem with that—”

The heavy doors behind the two white-garbed guards suddenly swung open, and the Dean of the Covenant appeared, standing in the middle. He was a tall man, the definition of sophistication. Dark brown hair groomed back from a handsome face. I could never peg down his age. He only had a few lines at the corners of his eyes and faintly graying hair at the temples.