The Rejected True Heiress
I hesitated for a moment, then stepped up beside him and followed his gaze.
He was looking out over the back side of the campus grounds, where, in the distance, the manicured lawns and gardens gave way to the more rugged forests of the region.
The birch trees had all but lost their leaves now, making the pines look even more full and vibrant. The sun was already setting, turning the shadows darker and colder even though it wasn’t even dinnertime yet. Winter was coming early this year, it seemed.
“I heard about yesterday’s incident,” he said without looking at me.