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de her like a live wire. Today was her first real day of classes, and despite the scholarship

er threw her hair into a messy ponytail, and checked the map once again.

day?" Talia grinned,

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off, walking across

ps, others hurrying between classes with textbooks clutched tightly to their chests. The

high ceilings and old wooden benches worn smooth by decades of students. The smell

a middle-aged woman with sharp, observant eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. Her expression was kind

Introduction to History. I'm Professor Langley . History is more than

ok, feeling the familiar c

und herself leaning in, surprised at how alive the lessons felt. History wasn't just about memo

nto a rhythm, the door a

ord. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell carelessly over his forehead. His eyes, sharp and cold, scanned the ro

to silence a room. It was the way he carried himself, an unspoken warning. The wa

oin us," the professor said poli

he hadn't just interrupted a lecture filled with eighty other students. No apology. No explanation. Just pure arroganc

s exchanged n

e always does that. He's never on time. And

ike someone permanently annoyed at the world. But what surprised her more was how everyone.. everyone, seemed to accept his

n to her explanation about the ancient M

he shift in ener

e perfectly. His hair was a soft shade of chestnut brown that curled gently around his forehead, and his eyes... warm, sharp, and striki

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orgeous. Not just in a good-looking way, but in the ki

"Whoa," under her breath.

re whispering, craning their necks, adjusting their

rp eyes narrowed as they followed the wa

gaze landed o

old indifference vanished. In its place, a hard, irrita

sco

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gave the guy a full once-over, and let out a sharp, disdainful

zed. If he noticed Miklan

"Ah, perfect timing. Class, this is Killian Blake. He's a

rs only in

meone repea

er girl whispered dramatically. "S

ed, "Killian, feel free t

everal hopeful glances, some girls even patted the

gnored t

landed on a spot

lling out the chair behind her and sitting down li

ck, but she could feel his presence now, warm, still, and oddly

He wasn't looking at the professor. His eyes flicked from Eira to Killian, then ba

otebook, pretending to take

st her fi

quiet charm, it already felt like she was caught

, but her mind kept drifting to Bl

th a notification. Without hesitation, h

t through the quiet room like a blade.