100 Nights of Forbidden Fire
THE next day didn’t feel different, but somehow, it was.
Ms. Lesley walked into the lecture hall with her usual composed grace, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, her expression calm and unreadable.
Students settled almost instantly.
Including Zayne.
He sat where he always did now, close enough to pay attention, far enough to avoid suspicion. Or at least… that had been the plan.
Because today, something was off.
It started small. A glance at first, brief and almost accidental when Ms. Lesley’s eyes lifted from her notes and met his. The gaze held for a while, then slipped away.