LEVI’S POV The entire morning felt strangely long. I tried to focus on our lessons, but my mind kept returning to Adalee and the mark on her wrist. I told myself not to overthink it because she had already said it was an accident, and I didn't want to become the kind of person who kept forcing someone to explain something they clearly didn't want to talk about. Still, there was something about the way her hand immediately went behind her back when I asked that bothered me. It wasn't the mark itself. It was her reaction. She looked scared for a brief second, and I couldn't stop wondering what could have caused that. "Stop staring." I turned toward Caius, who was writing something in his notebook without even looking at me. "I'm not staring." "You've been staring at Adalee for almost ten minutes." "I was thinking." "About the lesson?" I glanced at the board. The professor was discussing something about organizational behavior, and I realized I hadn't written anything dow
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