Luther's POV
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4:00 pm, outside Bloodoak Academy's main library.
"Luther?" Lysandra called angrily behind him when he walked out of the archway. "Luther? I'm talking to you!"
Maybe if he ignores long enough she'd leave him be for just a bloody second.
However, when he walked down the steps and was about to keep moving, he paused in his tracks. An invisible wall stopped him from moving further. His fists clenched.
Fuck.
"Aren't you tired, Lysandra?" He spun around finally, eyes glued on the queen bee as she strutted down those steps. "After your little stunt in the library, Atlas slipped away and—"
"And WHAT, Luther?" She sneered, all up on his face. "Went after your little coward princess? Chased after your 'fated' mate?"
Luther's jaw tightened.
Earlier today, when Dean Thorne assigned him and Atlas to watch Celeste closely, he didn't let himself think too much about it. Or at least, that's what he kept telling himself.
