As Seraphina disappeared into the distance, the tension she left behind lingered only for a moment before dissolving.
Irina exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off the encounter.
She felt Astron's gaze on her, quiet but watchful, before he finally spoke.
"You did quite well."
Irina smirked. "Of course I did."
She turned to him, crossing her arms lazily. "I don't really care much about things like this anymore."
Astron's expression remained unreadable. "Really?"
"Yeah."
He tilted his head slightly, watching her with quiet calculation. "Since when?"
Irina blinked at the question.
Then—
Her smirk widened.
She leaned in slightly, voice carrying the faintest trace of mischief. "Since the moment you entered my life."
Astron didn't react.
Not outwardly.
But she saw it.
That fraction of a second where his body stilled, the briefest pause before he responded.
"Don't act cheeky."
Irina grinned, tilting her head. "Why? Your heart fluttered."
"It did not."
"Heh…"
Astron sighed, as if already regretting indulging her.
Then, his tone shifted.
"But you really are antagonizing quite a lot. First Hawkins, and now Frostborne."
Irina's smirk faded slightly, her gaze sharpening.
She knew what he meant.
The Frostborne family had always held neutral ground within the power balance even though they were rivals with Emberheart. While they weren't as aggressive as the Hawkins, they weren't passive either.
And now—
They had chosen a side.
"The Frostborne family has already involved themselves," Astron said, his voice even. "They've aligned with Hawkins."
*****
The usual hum of conversation filled the classroom as students settled in, some reviewing notes while others, like Julia, were doing anything but preparing for the lesson. She was currently lounging in her chair, one foot propped up against the desk, smirking at Lucas, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
"So, Lucas," Julia began, stretching out his name with an almost too casual drawl.
Lucas groaned, already bracing himself. "What now?"
Julia's grin widened. "Slept well last night? Or were you too busy avoiding death?"
Lilia glanced over with mild interest. "You never explained what happened, by the way."
Lucas ran a hand down his face. "Nothing happened."
"Oh ho," Julia gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing denial in real time."
Carl, who had been quietly observing, let out a low chuckle. "So you did do something."
Lucas exhaled sharply, glaring at Julia. "Can we not do this here?"
"Why not?" Julia said, throwing up her hands. "I need people to hear this. It's comedy gold."
Before Lucas could fire back, the classroom door creaked open, drawing a few glances from the students who were still settling in.
And that was when they walked in.
Irina and Astron entered together, side by side, moving with their usual effortless confidence—or, in Astron's case, his usual impassive silence. Irina had her arms crossed, her sharp golden eyes scanning the room for a brief second before heading toward her usual seat. Astron, as always, barely acknowledged anyone, making a beeline straight for his desk.
Julia, however, was already on the attack.
Her smirk widened as she turned her gaze toward Irina, tapping a finger against her chin as if deep in thought. Then, with an exaggerated hmm, she finally spoke.
"Loverbirds?"
The words cut through the classroom noise like a knife, earning a few glances from nearby students.
Irina, instead of scoffing like usual, merely arched an eyebrow at Julia, her golden eyes glinting with amusement. She leaned back in her chair, resting her chin on her hand, clearly in a very good mood.
Julia immediately sensed something was off.
Irina never let her banter go this easily—either she was actually having a good day, or she was about to turn the tables.
"Oh, Julia," Irina said smoothly, her tone far too casual. "Are you obsessed with my love life? Should I be flattered?"
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