Class dragged on forever.
Professor Reeves droned on about mana theory and circuit optimization—topics Lucian already understood from his novel knowledge and Myra's brutal training sessions.
But he couldn't focus.
Because Seraphina kept glancing at him.
Elira watched from the back with that unsettling intensity.
And Aria sat three rows ahead, still pouting, occasionally looking back when she thought he wasn't looking.
*I'm going to die.*
*Not from assassins or curses or bloodline awakenings.*
*From sheer social awkwardness.*
Finally—*finally*—Professor Reeves wrapped up his lecture and dismissed the class.
Students began gathering their things, conversations resuming immediately.
Seraphina didn't move.
She just looked at him.
"Now, we talk. Now."
Lucian glanced around.
Half the class was still filing out. The other half lingering in small groups.
"Not here."
"Then where?"
"Somewhere private. Where we can actually discuss this without—"
