Mortal
My heart immediately does a flip.
I glance at Professor Vassily, who’s busy explaining to a student why the test can’t be taken using a yellow highlighter. “Uh, hi.”
“Where are you from?” His smile becomes more lopsided.
“Wisconsin.”
“I’m Gregory. Nice to meet you.”
“You, too,” I mumble.
“Anna From Albany.” He nods in appreciation, his gaze on the band pin on my backpack.
I gasp with delight. “You know them?”
“Yeah. I saw them play in Jersey last year.”
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