The moon goddess chose wrong: twice
He set his leather satchel on the desk with calm precision, then turned to the class with a warm, disarming smile that made half the girls in the front row sit up straighter.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” he said, voice smooth and rich, carrying the faintest trace of a British accent that somehow made everything sound more intelligent. “Professor Hargrove had a family emergency, so I’ll be taking over this course for the foreseeable future. My name is Professor Dexter Kane. You can call me Professor Kane or Dex, if we’re out in the field and formalities feel ridiculous.”