He smirks, dark eyes glinting as he pushes off the wall. “Sarcasm. Cute. Does that help when you fail your exams, or do you save it for when you trip over your own feet again?”
I roll my eyes so hard it hurts. “You’re a real joy, you know that?”
He shrugs, sauntering past me toward the study room like he owns the place. “And yet, you still show up. Maybe you’re finally learning something after all.”
I bite back a curse and follow, muttering under my breath, “Yeah, learning how not to commit murder.”
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12:50 Tue, Dec 30
Whiplash.
He must hear it, because his smirk deepens without him even turning around. “Careful, Stray. Threatening your tutor isn’t a great start.”

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