Aria turned her head slowly, dangerously, toward Elion. "You were worried about what?" she asked, her voice icy.
Elion felt sweat trickle down his spine.
Mira, sensing the hostile tension, leaned closer, much closer, her shoulder now fully touching his. "Thank you," she whispered.
Aria's eye twitched. Behind them, students were eating the scene up like popcorn.
One girl whispered loudly to her friend: "This is better than those romance novels my mom reads."
Another guy muttered: "Bro's living a death-flag harem dream." Elion wanted to die on the spot.
Mira straightened, brushing her hair back. "Anyway… I'm glad you're okay, Elion. That's all." She paused.
Then the faintest smile tugged at her lips. "And if William ever bothers you again… let me know. I'll deal with him."
Aria slammed her hands onto her desk and stood up so fast her chair screeched across the floor. "You will not deal with him," she snapped.
Mira lifted an eyebrow. "And why not?"
