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From her personality, she looks like a rich girl. "My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any names. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector. Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.

No hands held. No public claim. Just the quiet promise of later. After lights out. In Elara’s dorm. Just them. And whatever came next. And for the first time in weeks— His heart didn’t feel like it was running away. It felt like it was running *toward* something. And he didn’t try to stop it. 🩸 He closed the notebook. Looked up at the screen. And for the first time in class— He let himself listen. Not because he had to.

Stay. Eli opens his eyes. They are clear. He looks at Jonah. “I remember,” he says, and his voice breaks. “I remember everything.” Outside, the second classroom chimes as the wind hits its leaf roof. Inside, eighty-nine children learn how to ask instead of take. And on the living moss map, a new light blinks on, right where we are, brighter than the others. Not Duskbane. Home.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows of the empty lecture hall the following Friday afternoon, dust motes dancing in golden beams across rows of desks while. I stood at the front podium heart racing with anticipation because Professors Theo Grant, Lucas Vale, and Kai Voss had texted me during morning class with one word—"Auditorium. Now." -and freshly fucked raw in Kai's office last week by all. three their cocks stuffing every hole left me craving more like an addict chasing the next high, my short plaid skirt and tight white blouse chosen deliberately no panties beneath because Ava Lane knew how to play her professors now earning straight A's but.

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.

—Chapter soundtrack: Animals by Maroon 5—- Emily's Point Of View I stepped into my next class in such a hurry, struggling with getting the books out of my bag. I took my seat, but then I noticed something eerily different about the class room; it was quiet and empty. There was no one here—well except for the lecturer before the board with his back turned against me, he had an aura of mystery pouring off him. “I think I'm in the wrong class, there's no one here,” I said, standing up to take my leave. But then the lecturer turned around, stunning me with a pair of nature green eyes.

He then decided to fix his eyes on his book. The class seemed to drag on, finally ending after an hour. Professor Ste-phen was good—smooth in his teaching, his accent impeccable. The girls clapped as he wrapped up his lecture, drawing out the list of names in the class. "Sarah Martin," he called out with ease, his voice filling the room. "Present, sir," a girl exclaimed excitedly from the back. "Is this some kind of freaking high school or something?" Mason heard Aurthur mutter under his breath.

I mean Diego is currently with Melinda in the head office and as for your Mother and Father, do you know where they are? Kiri: I could use telepathy to contact them but I don't want to risk being tapped on our connection. Ban: I guess our only choice is to wait for a while. We sat through the whole class as Sir Drake read through some important rules and introductions on what we should be doing while on the course as elite students. He mentions a very interesting topic about how every once a while. Members of the elite class would present their skills in front of everyone else and fight one another as a friendly duel with no penalty and rewards. Just a presentation. Actually listening to him

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”