Adam arrived at the college gate, where Astride and her fiery-eyed colleague awaited students. Though dawn had passed and early light gilded the college's enchanted walls, he didn't see other students or hear their eager chatter. Instead, he realised he had come first after leaving the event at the plaza—if it could be called that.
As he helped Quintella down from his shoulders, Astride stepped toward him. Her burgundy eyes darted between them before she nodded.
"In advance?" she said, a smile playing on her lips. "I like students who follow the rules. And you—you have drawn my attention."
Adam raised a brow. "I'm flattered you remember me, but I've heard it was best not to draw it."
