The Mate Agreement
He answers, unsure, his voice clipped.
“To the sandbox!” Sensei orders, pointing a long pale finger in my direction, badly masking his wicked smirk. Had he seen us eying each other earlier? Had he somehow sensed the tension and for his own excitement wanted to see us at each other’s throats? Damn the observant bastard.
William’s jaw tenses up. He hesitates for a moment, as if he’s considering disobeying Sensei’s orders, which would’ve been even more surprising than being paired up with him, but he stiffly stalks towards me and into the sandbox, avoiding my gaze.