Cain pinched the bridge of his nose before finally speaking.
"Get up," he said, his tone weary.
Zara scrambled to her feet so quickly she nearly tripped over her own legs. He could feel dozens of eyes still on him from all around the courtyard. The whispers had not stopped since this ridiculous scene began. He already knew what would happen next. By lunchtime, there would be wild rumors about him making girls prostrate themselves before him. He sighed heavily.
"I will let it go this time," Cain said slowly, watching as Zara froze like a criminal awaiting judgment. "But if I ever catch you trying to take naked photos of me again, I will not be so kind."
Zara paled, then nodded frantically. Her hands clutched the front of her uniform like she was keeping her soul from escaping her body. Tears gathered in her eyes as though she had just cheated death itself.
Cain was about to tell her to go when her expression changed.
