The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 407

Liora’s POV

“What in the fresh hell are you two doing in here?!”

I woke from a pleasant dream to the sound of a harsh voice in my ear and bright sunlight streaming into the room, blinding me. Callum startled behind me, and we both sat up to find a man in a janitor’s uniform standing in front of the window with his hand still on the pull for the blinds, looking at us like he’d just caught us in the middle of something bad.

Which, I supposed, he had.

I gasped, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to cover my bare thighs.

“Get out!” the janitor shouted, pointing at the door. “This is not a playroom!”

Before we could react, the janitor had chucked our shoes at us and was practically hauling us out of the room. We barely had time to grab our things, including my crutch. I was suddenly glad that Callum’s hoodie fell nearly to my knees.

“Damn kids,” the janitor muttered before slamming the door in our faces.

Callum and I stood there in the hallway for a moment, looking at each other. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to laugh or cry. Maybe both.

“Here.” Callum handed me my jeans and shoes. I leaned on him, my injured leg throbbing a little, and tugged my pants on. My socks were still somewhere in the room, so I had to put my bare feet into my boots.

Callum and I made our way out into the morning air. The quad was bustling with students as we stepped out of the side door to the building, shielding our eyes from the sun.

We must have looked quite the mess, our hair sticking up in all directions, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and me in Callum’s hoodie, because several students looked our way and began whispering behind their hands.

“Everyone’s staring,” I muttered, leaning into Callum a little.

Callum let out a short laugh and reached up, plucking something from my hair. “Maybe it’s because of the fry in your hair.”

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