The Dean's office smelled faintly of old books, ink, and the arrogance that came from having an office big enough to house an entire family.
Rin stood at the door, shifting from foot to foot, already regretting agreeing to this meeting. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The Dean didn't even look up from his papers.
"You're late."
Rin's mouth twitched.
"I'm on time, Sir. You're just early."
"Late," the Dean repeated flatly, finally glancing up with that expression teachers used when they knew they were going to ruin your day.
Rin's eyes flicked to the side... and there he was. Evan Vortellion, sitting like he owned the world, one leg crossed over the other, gaze locked on Rin like a predator spotting prey. His smirk said everything.
Rin forced his eyes away, muttered a reluctant, "Sorry," and took the farthest chair possible.
The Duke's gaze didn't leave him for even a second. Rin could practically feel it burning holes in his face.
DING!
