"Alina, why are you so nervous?"
Alina's mother said, seeing her daughter looking lost somewhere.
Alina forced a smile. "I'm not nervous, Mom."
"You're twisting your fingers. You always twist your fingers when you're nervous."
Alina looked down. She was twisting her fingers. She stopped.
Meanwhile, Aunt Lyla was practically bouncing, her eyes darting everywhere, taking in every detail of the kindergarten grounds.
"The kindergarten is so pretty," Amelia said, looking around. "But why is it named Little Fang Academy? Is 'fang' for fangs or something else?"
Alina's heart skipped.
She glanced at Dante, who stood a few steps behind her, his expression calm and unreadable. He had dressed simply today, dark trousers and a white shirt, with no shadows visible. He looked like any other man.
But he wasn't.
And this wasn't any other kindergarten.
"It's just a name," Alina said. "The founder thought it sounded strong."
