Ivy's POV
I slid into a seat at the back of the lecture hall, as far from the action as possible. Setting my bag on my lap, I fished out my laptop and waited for it to power up while retrieving my notebook. The first sip of my French vanilla cappuccino sent a delightful jolt of caffeine through my system, almost making me sigh with pleasure.
While students filed into the classroom, I scrolled mindlessly through my phone. Killian and Astrid, my constant inner companions, remained vigilant within me, which is why I didn't flinch when someone approached.
"Excuse me?" The voice was deep and pleasant enough, though nothing compared to The King's rumbling bass that had occupied my thoughts lately. Just remembering his voice sent shivers across my skin, making me wish I'd brought a sweater.
