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EZRA The classroom buzzed with chatter, papers rustling, laptops clicking. Everyone was nervous. Everyone except Lily, who was stretching like she was about to run a marathon. “Relax,” I muttered. She shot me a look. “You relax. You’re pale.” “I’m always pale.” Jake leaned over from the next row. “He’s pale-er.” “Not helpful,” I whispered back. Before Lily could answer, the door opened. And the room went dead silent. He walked in. Father Dorian. Not in robes. Not in the black cassock he usually wore. Just a fitted black shirt with rolled sleeves, slacks, and the collar tucked neat at his throat. Whispers flew instantly. “Who’s that?” “He’s hot.” “Is that a new professor?” “God, look at his arms.” My heart jumped into my throat. What the hell is he doing here? The professor cleared her throat. “Everyone, settle. This is Father Dorian Vale. He’ll be sitting in today, grading presentations with me.” Groans filled the room. “Another grader? Come on.” “I barely survived one professor.” “Unfair.” Father Dorian’s gaze swept the room, cool and steady. He didn’t flinch at the complaints. “Good morning,” he said, voice smooth but carrying authority. “I’ll be evaluating clarity, logic, and delivery. Do your best.” Girls in the back row literally sighed. One whispered, “I’d do my best for him.” I wanted to sink into the floor. Why is he here? Why today? The first group went up, stumbling through their slides. Dorian asked two pointed questions, both of which left them fumbling. He gave a curt nod, jotting notes. Then it was us. “Ezra Monroe and Eros Martinez,” the professor called. My stomach dropped. Eros smirked, whispering, “Relax, we’ve got this.” Easy for him to say. He hadn’t kissed Father Dorian in a confessional. We walked up, plugged in the slides, and started. My voice was steady at first, numbers rolling off my tongue like second nature. Eros handled the strategy part, throwing in a joke that made the class laugh. When we wrapped up, I almost sighed in relief. Then Dorian leaned forward. “Mr. Martinez.” Eros straightened. “Yes, Father?” “Your data on market trends—what’s the margin of error in your prediction?” Eros answered quickly, smooth as ever. Dorian nodded, eyes sharp. “And Mr. Monroe.” My breath caught. “Yes?” “Your analysis—if I asked you to apply it to a completely different variable, say environmental sustainability instead of financial growth, what adjustments would you make?” The room went quiet. I swallowed, running the math in my head. “I’d… shift the model from profit-driven to impact-driven. Which means the success metric isn’t money but reach. So I’d adjust the variance in outcomes and… prioritize accessibility.” Dorian’s eyes stayed on me. “And how would you quantify accessibility?” My pulse pounded. “By creating tiers. Tracking distribution across income brackets. It wouldn’t be perfect, but it would give a baseline.” He nodded once. “Acceptable.” I exhaled slowly, almost dizzy. Eros jumped in, flashing a grin. “So does that mean we passed, Father?” Dorian’s gaze slid to him. “It means you’re competent.” Some people snickered. Eros laughed anyway. “I’ll take it.” The professor clapped her hands. “Excellent. Next group.” We stepped down. My knees were jelly. Eros leaned close as we sat. “He’s intense.” “You don’t say,” I muttered, gripping my pen so tight it might snap. Dorian didn’t look at me again. But I could feel him. Every second.
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CHAPTER 65DORIANI tried calling Ezra three times.No answer.He had replied to my message earlier — short, distant, polite. “Yeah. Just got in. Tired.”Tired. That was all he’d said. Nothing else. No teasing. No warmth.Now I was pacing my study like a restless animal. The rain outside had stopped hours ago, but the air still smelled like thunder. My jaw ached from clenching.He wasn’t ignoring me, was he?No… he wouldn’t.Unless Genevieve—A sharp ring sliced through my thoughts. I glanced at the phone on the table, the screen flashing a name I hadn’t seen in months.Adrian Cross.I stared at it for a full five seconds before I picked up. “Adrian.”“Father Dorian,” came that low, velvety drawl that always sounded like mockery. “Or should I say… ex-lawyer Dorian Vale?”My grip tightened around the phone. “What do you want?”A soft chuckle. “Straight to business, as usual. You never change.”“Adrian,” I warned. “I asked what you want.”He sighed dramatically. “Relax. I just wanted to
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CHAPTER 64EZRAThe ride home was wild. Everyone was still running on leftover adrenaline from the win — singing off-key, cracking jokes, replaying videos from the performance. Dorian even smiled a few times, which was rare enough to make Lily whisper, “Did you see that? He smiled. Write it down. It’s a miracle.”By the time we got back to town, it was almost sunset. The moment the bus parked in front of the church, chaos broke loose. People were dragging bags, hugging each other, shouting “See you tomorrow!” like we hadn’t all just spent a week breathing the same air.I mumbled a quick “Bye,” to Lily and Jordan, clutching my backpack like a zombie. I hadn’t slept properly in days. My bones were humming with exhaustion.The moment I got home, I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and face-planted into bed.Sleep hit hard.I didn’t know how long I was out before the sound of my door opening made me groan. “If that’s Lily, I swear—”“Ezra.”My eyes snapped open. Not Lily.G
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CHAPTER 63EZRAMy hands were shaking. I didn’t even know why. We’d already sung. We’d done our part.But standing there, waiting for results with forty voices breathing the same nervous air, it felt like every heartbeat could break me.The stage lights were blinding again. Ten choirs lined up side by side, matching uniforms, anxious smiles, and too many whispered prayers to count.Jordan leaned toward me, muttering under her breath. “If we don’t make it, I’m switching to hip-hop.”Lily nudged her. “If we don’t make it, you’re joining me in therapy.”Ryan groaned. “I’ll just move to a forest. Live off berries.”I tried to laugh, but my throat was too dry.Genevieve stood ahead of us, hands clasped neatly. She looked composed—like this was any other day—but I saw her tapping her index finger softly against her palm. That was her version of panic.Dorian was to the side, his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the judges’ table. Even from here, I could tell his jaw was tight.The announcer came
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CHAPTER 62EZRAI don’t know when I finally put the pen down. The last word—“soar”—sat there on the paper, surrounded by messy scrawls and smudged ink. My throat ached from humming under my breath. My hand hurt. My heart hurt more.But it was done.I exhaled shakily and leaned back against the headboard. For a second, I just stared at it—my song. The one we’d sing tomorrow. The one that, hopefully, wouldn’t get us laughed off stage.A soft knock.I turned, already knowing who it was.“Come in,” I said quietly.The door opened, and Father Dorian stepped in, still wearing his black shirt. His collar was slightly undone, sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly human for someone supposed to be holy.“You’re still awake,” he said, voice low.I rubbed my eyes. “Barely.”He walked closer, hands in his pockets. “Genevieve told me to leave you alone earlier,” he said, stopping near the bed, “but it’s almost midnight.”“Yeah.” I looked down at my notebook. “I finished it.”His brows lifted. “Can I
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