The Fae teacher had barely finished giving his permission before Zane began drifting around the classroom with calculated ease. His movements were casual, almost lazy, yet there was a deliberate sharpness in the way he paused at each desk, leaning in as though to observe the students' progress. From the outside it looked like he had taken his assigned role seriously, but Aiden knew better. Every step brought him closer.
Finally, Zane stopped beside him. He bent slightly, his voice low, intimate enough that only Aiden could hear.
"Pretty boy," Zane whispered, lips curling in mischief. "We finally meet again. Tell me, how do you want me to pay you back for the hit you gave me yesterday?"
Aiden stiffened. He kept his eyes on his empty hands, whispering back just as quietly. "You're Zane Cross. You also said you were in a kind spirit these days, so can you please not be petty? Just let it go."
