"Let's have a chat, shall we, Rael?"
Perfect. Of course.
Because apparently fate thought that dropping me from several thousand kilometers in the air wasn't dramatic enough and now I had to deal with this immediately after.
I looked up at the woman standing before me.
Morvana.
Mother of Arza Ashen Noctharion.
Respected principal of Noxvalen Academy.
And, apparently, my newest headache.
Her shoulder-length white hair swayed gently in the wind and her deep violet eyes glowed with amusement.
Yeah. That word again.
I swear, I am starting to hate the damn word "amusement."
Why is everyone always amused by me?
I mean, sure, I get it, being this handsome has its side effects, but come on, isn't it a bit much when everyone treats me like some walking toy?
Fuck them.
Honestly, I am so done playing to their amusement like a pawn in someone else's twisted little game.
