Conner POV
They’d come home late last night, because he was trying to make sure that Atlas stayed away from his sudden obsession. The packhouse had been in darkness and he’d taken the elevator, not the stairs. It was closer to his room than hers.
His beast was settled and sleeping and as long as he didn’t actively think about the human, neither did his beast, it seemed, so that was a start. He was happy about that.
He ate breakfast with the boys in the dining room as always and there was no Eliza there either. She was holed back up in her room, he supposed. No real surprise on that front, after his father had scared the hell out of her. They were headed out of the dining room after a long breakfast. Their first class didn’t start till 10 this morning. Strolled with the boys into the foy
