Aiden had prayed—truly prayed—that fate would spare him from crossing paths with Zane again because out of the three people he had offended, Zane should be the one that wants to get back at him the most. Yet by the end of his very first week, he realized his prayer had gone completely unanswered. When his class schedule was delivered to him, the words stared back mockingly. His first official class was to be with the Faes, and the first magic they would learn was healing, from minor scrapes to major wounds, using Fae power.
He sat frozen with the paper in hand, his stomach twisting. It wasn't only the subject that unsettled him, though healing sounded difficult enough. It was the possibility of Zane. He reminded himself that Zane was in the third year while he was in the first; logically, there should be no overlap. Their worlds weren't meant to collide inside a classroom. Still, a nagging voice in his mind whispered otherwise.
