Shadow In The Night: Secrets Of The Howling Heart
Suddenly, in a whirlwind of movement, the remainder of my coffee went airborne, showering Luca with a cascade of caffeine.
“Son of a—” Luca’s reaction was lightning-fast, his exclamation cut short by the unexpected downpour. His expression shifted from astonishment to a resigned shrug, a mix of amusement and annoyance dancing in his eyes.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I blurted out, my heart racing with embarrassment. “Are you okay?”
“My apologies.” The voice came from the person who’d collided with me, and I looked up, almost disbelieving. It was none other than Professor Izan. Our eyes met, and in that suspended moment, the bustling café noise seemed to dim, leaving only our locked gaze.
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