The students were stunned—none more so than Randolph.
Had they really heard the professor correctly? Ten minutes ago, she'd promised to punish them collectively. Now, she was offering to act as the intermediary for their bet.
Braydon's eyes flashed with something Michael couldn't quite read. Was it… panic?
Michael, on the other hand, was cheering inwardly. With Professor Quinn's involvement, Braydon and Randolph had no excuse to back out if they were to lose.
"Your wager," the professor prompted, holding out her hand. Her tone left no room for refusal. When Randolph hesitated, she let out a low, dark chuckle.
"Don't tell me you don't have the money to wager after all this?"
The words hit like a slap to his pride, and anger stirred behind his eyes.
"I don't have the gold coins," Randolph admitted stiffly, "but I have something of similar value."
